#when you get flipping traumatized by your twin sister

[rorywritesjunk]

(Day 28. Wonderland. Modern AU BUT WITH SOMETHING DIFFERENT NOW because some people indulge me.)

"How do we entertain three year olds?" Taron asked as they sat on the floor with the two little girls staring up at them. Noir and Luna sat unblinking at their parents' friends, the ones trusted to babysit their precious little ones, and Taron felt just a touch uneasy.

"Movies, toys, candy, things like that." Buggy said from his spot on the couch, flipping through the TV to find something fun for the girls to watch. There had to be some kind of kid friendly movie that wouldn't traumatize the little ones.

"How....about I get them some juice and you entertain them?" Taron suggested as they stood up."Yea, you know, I like that idea. Have fun."

Buggy watched them head to the kitchen before looking back at the TV. A colorful looking film popped up, one he recognized and must have watched at some point, right? It shouldn't be traumatizing for these two.

~

Taron came back from the kitchen ten minutes into the film. Buggy was already on the floor with the girls, watching the colorful film, just as transfixed at them.

"Alice in Wonderland?"

"It's fine." Buggy waved at them as they took a seat next to him. "It's not scary."

Taron shrugged and handed the sippy cups over to the girls before handing Buggy his own soda with a kid and straw. He looked offended at it but Taron held up their own.

"Kids knock everything over." They told him. "Croc would have us replace the entire rug in the downstairs if we got any sort of mess on it."

"Ugh, okay." He sighed and took a sip from the straw. Honestly it wasn't a bad idea because no sooner did he take a drink that Luna was dropping her own cup, but Buggy managed to catch it.

The girls were transfixed on the movie, the bright colors and music keeping their attention. It seemed like an okay choice until Alice met the Caterpillar and both were pointing excitedly at the TV screen.

"Dada!"

Taron and Buggy shared a look. Okay, maybe... There was some resemblance? They knew Crocodile stopped smoking his cigars in the house once Sunny was pregnant with the girls. She said he now did it on the back patio but the girls would wait at the door for him to come back inside, so maybe they assumed that the smoking caterpillar was like Croc based on that action?

Buggy took another sip of his drink, glancing at Taron as they leaned back on their hands to watch the movie. Was there going to be any other characters the girls saw?

For some reason, Alice crying and flooding the room had the girls calling out for their Mama, and when the White Rabbit rushed by, Noir grabbed Taron's hand and pointed at the screen.

"I-I am never late!" Taron insisted, looking offended that a three year old would think that. Buggy snickered and kissed them on the cheek.

"Are you offended by a toddler comparing you to a frantic rabbit, sweet cheeks?"

"No!" Taron hissed back.

"Shh!" The twins shushed them and Taron shut up, grumbling to themselves as Buggy laughed.

~

When the Cheshire Cat appeared, Luna grabbed Buggy's hand this time. He didn't appear too offended. The Cheshire Cat was cool, suave, sneaky, just like Buggy.

"How are you sneaky?" Taron asked. Buggy paused, he didn't realize he said all of that out loud.

"I... Surprised you for your birthday! We had a party, remember?"

Taron glanced at him. "You talk in your sleep sometimes. The entire week leading up to it you were boasting about how surprised I would be by this party."

Buggy's jaw dropped. Did he really ruin the surprise?!

"It's okay, I was surprised, sweetheart." They assured him with a grin. "You did a great job."

He let his head thump onto their shoulder as Noir climbed into Taron's lap to get comfortable. Luna saw what her sister did before deciding Buggy's lap would suffice. Taron glanced at their boyfriend but he didn't seem too bothered by it. He started to braid her hair as the movie played.

~

"Papapapapapa!"

Taron and Buggy weren't sure if the girls were talking about the March Hare or the Mad Hatter as they both excitedly pointed at the screen. Either way their excitement over seeing these characters was quite cute, and after Buggy finished braiding Luna's hair, Noir decided she wanted the same, squishing onto Buggy's lap next to her sister. He said nothing, doing the same for her as Taron took a photo with their phone.

~

"Who fell asleep first?" Sunny asked as Crocodile and Mihawk collected the girls as they lay fast asleep on top of Buggy. There had been a point in the film where the Walrus was singing that the girls got scared, so Buggy moved to the couch with them and covered them with a blanket. It didn't take much for him to fall asleep.

"Buggy." Taron told her as they went to wake him up. Sunny stopped them. "I fed them a little snack before they fell asleep on top of him."

"You two can stay the night if you want. I know it's late."

"Hm, that's not a bad idea." They said as they patted his cheek gently. "Sweetheart, we're off duty, we can crash in the guest room."

He frowned sleepily up at them, patting around on his chest for the girls before suddenly sitting up in a panic. Taron calmed him down, kissing his cheek as they pointed to Sunny. She looked pleased.

"Would you two want to babysit again?"

Honestly, it wasn't bad, and seeing how the girls were with Buggy and vice versa was cute. Taron looked at their sleepy boyfriend before nodding.

"I don't see why not." Taron agreed, helping Buggy up to his feet. "They were perfect little angels. No one was upset and Buggy took care of a lot of it."

"Thank you." Sunny smiled, watching Taron stand on his feet. He didn't want to be awake and slumped into his partner. "Well, go to bed. Croc said he already transferred the money to you."

Taron nodded and helped Buggy to the room. They had a change of clothes in there from the time they housesat for their friends and Sunny said to leave them behind in case they needed to stay the night. Taron helped Buggy into the sleep clothes before changing themselves, then helped him into bed.

"You're just like those kids." Taron sighed as he curled into them as he started to nod off again. "Totally dependent on someone doing things for you."

"Mhhm." Buggy wrapped his arms around them, burying his face into their chest as they reached up to run their fingers through his hair gently. He let out a content sigh as he dozed back off.

"Silly." They chuckled. "It's fine, though, because I love doing things for you." They kissed his forehead and made themselves comfortable. "... Just don't let the kids compare me to the White Rabbit ever again. I'm more like Alice's little cat who sits back and lets everything happen."

Buggy just mumbled sleepily.

[aetherblooms]

🌹, 🍑, 😊, and 💚 for yvette? :>

yvette!!! mywife is soft nd ilikethem

🌹 How easy is it for them to connect with others and make friends? On the flip side how easy is it for them to make an enemy of someone? Are they the kind of person who hangs around the food table at a party and never talks to anyone or are they the type who can talk to anyone?

It's easy for Yvette to make acquaintances, but to become genuine friends it's a bit more effort on their part. On the other hand its very easy to get on their bad side, haha. They can talk to almost anyone, but if you give them Bad Vibes they won't give you the time of day.

🍑 Where is your OC’s favourite place to relax or calm down? Recount a story of their time spent in this place! What makes it so special to them?

In general they relax a lot in the halls of the Priory, reading whatever piques their fancy, or in the bathtub with a nice novel and a glass of wine.

As a sapling in the grove, when they were overwhelmed by their connection to the dream, they hid in the grotto with the waterfall in the Garden of Dawn- far away from other sylvaris' thoughts and feelings.

😊 What can make your OC smile even when they’re feeling down? What cheers them up and makes everything feel better for them? Is your OC generally a happy person and do they enjoy making others smile? What about your OC makes others happy?

Their griffon, Cethlenn, and their fernhound, Blaidd, can always manage to get a smile out of them, no matter the circumstances. Food is also a big comfort thing, whether they're cooking or sharing a meal with others!

💚 Talk about some of the traumatic events in your OC’s life. These events can be ones that have happened to them or a loved one. These events can be minor or major.

oh theres so many of these lmao. sorry Yvette. (under the cut for length)

Yvette has a fear of springers, rabbits, and other creatures like them. They got nibbled by a bunch of them as a sapling and it scarred them.

As a newly awakened sylvari, Yvette was afflicted with a chlorophyll deficiency (in my head its like. Plant Anemia lol), which only became worse after they were captured and experimented on by the Asura. Even after years of learning to cope with their chronic illness (dizziness, fatigue, poor immune system, etc.) they still have very Strong Feelings about being seen as fragile, useless, or otherwise a burden to those around them. No matter how strong they become they feel they will never be enough.

Speaking of their harrowing experience as a lab rat, the experimentation made them hyper-attuned to the dream. On top of the normal experience, feeling the emotions of their brothers and sisters, Yvette is plagued by visions of the past and the potential futures to come, and hounded by the thoughts of others.

Literally all of Heart of Thorns. Their twin brother was warped into a monstrous beast, their best friend begged them to kill them ( he got better tho), and they've been hearing the thoughts of their brethren driven mad by Mordremoth's influence all the while. It's a miracle they didn't fall themselves.

[simthorium]

Meanwhile in Downtown, twins Alysia and Aiden were planning a vacation for themselves and their spouses. “I can’t believe this is the last time we’re gonna be young and hot,” Aiden said as he boarded the van. “Speak for yourself, I’ll always be hot,” said Alysia, flipping her hair.

Once they got to Takemizu Village, Alysia signed them in. The group was ready for their trip to begin!

“Cannonball!” Aiden shouted as he leaped into the pool.  “Always with the theatrics, this one,” Alysia said, splashing her brother. “Trust me, he’s even more dramatic when it’s just the two of us,” Alicia laughed.

"Oooohh, this feels nice,” Jesse said once they all headed into the sauna. “Gotta rest up these old bones,” Aiden said. “That cannonball is gonna be haunting me the rest of this trip.” “You gotta stop calling us old, bro,” said Alysia.

After the sauna, the group hit up a helicopter tour.  “Are you guys sure about this?” Alysia asked, looking up at the helicopter.  “C’mon babe, it’ll be fun!” Jesse called from inside.  “If I puke, I’m blaming you,” she said. Jesse pulled her inside the helicopter and the four quickly zipped into the air. Seeing the island from so high above was breathtaking, and a much needed excursion to end the day.

As night fell, the couples took off for dinner with their spouses. Alysia and Jesse opted to head into the village for some world-renowned ramen while Aiden and Alicia stayed back at the hotel. “This is nice, isn’t it?” Jesse asked, slurping his ramen. “Our first vacation together.” “Oh god, it is!” Alysia exclaimed. “Charlie always wanted to come here, you know? I’m sad he never got to see it.” “I’m glad you do, though,” Jesse said with a smile.

Back at the hotel, Aiden and Alicia ordered room service, beat from the exciting day they’d had. “So, what do you think of Jesse?” Aiden asked his wife. “He’s nice,” Alicia said. “Makes me miss Charlie.” “Me too,” Aiden said. “Charlie was so cool. Jesse is just kinda...lame in comparison. I don’t wanna be a buzzkill, but he’s harshing the vibes.” “Babe, first of all you’re too old to be saying ‘harshing the vibes,’” Alicia started. “Second, your sister went through a traumatic time when Charlie died. Jesse is good for her, and makes her happy. That’s all that matters.” “You’re right,” Aiden said with a smile. “How’d I get so lucky to end up with someone as wise as you?” “The world may never know,” Alicia giggled.

Before turning in for the night, the four decided to spend some time soaking in the natural hot springs in their hotel. The air was warm and the water felt so good after a long day of hiking, touring, swimming, and exploring. They didn’t speak much, just enjoyed the quiet and each other’s company.

[phoenixyfriend]

Ezra and Fulcrum’s Wacky Adventure

Ezra's attempt to save Ahsoka on Malachor by fucking around with space-time goes wonky, and the two of them end up in the first year of TCW... with Vader in pursuit.

"You're Ahsoka... from the future?"

"Sure am, Skyguy."

"And that's your padawan."

"A friend's padawan. His master died recently, and I'm keeping an eye on him until we figure something out."

"Right, right... and, uh, mister tall, Dark, and horrifying?"

"Oh, that's future you."

"..."

"Yeah, Palpatine's a Sith Lord and he's been grooming you for a decade. Shit’s fucked. Anyway, get ready to jump, Vader’s gaining on us."

I just have this mental image of hyper-competent "I am no Jedi" Fulcrum leading 20yo Anakin and angstiest ever Ezra on a merry ride called "avoid Vader before he kills us all."

Intermittently she tries to talk Vader down with "Padme's still alive!" and that sort of not-quite-reassurance, and Anakin is getting very concerned about... many things.

Smol Ahsoka is very "future me scares me." Like yeah Fulcrum is a badass but Fulcrum is also incredibly blase about like. Really horrifying things.

Fulcrum's had a long time to come to terms with "Vader is probably Anakin" and a week or two to come to terms with "Vader is DEFINITELY Anakin and also trying to kill me and this child (teenager) I'm currently in charge of." She's coping by making very morbid jokes and being scarily calm about things, and just overall Very Unperturbed about, like, an explosion going off two feet away from her.

She keeps dropping bombs like "Yeah, all the clones have mind-control chips in their heads with orders to kill us or themselves and I remember like a solid half of you trying to kill me in particular, it was a very formative experience for how I dealt with the rise of the Empire" with the most unassuming, bland smiles.

Everyone's horrified except Fulcrum herself and Ezra, who grew up in the Empire and has never known anything else, but ALSO he's consistently freaking out and having negative reactions to shinies and even some of the older clones because even painted phase one armor is setting off 'These are stormtroopers' PTSD.

So there's:

- that general "Vader fucks around and everyone, including Sidious and Tyranus, is trying to figure out the identity of this absolute motherfucker wrecking everyone's shit with no restraint or apparent care in target allegiance"

- "a friend from The Future shows up to tell you about the horrible, horrible fate everyone is going to suffer, now you have to fix it"

- "Future Me tried to kill The Little Sister?????"

Do you think your teenager is traumatized now, Anakin? Think again! In eighteen years, it's going to be so much worse, and it's going to be in large part your fault!

Fulcrum, smiling: Humor makes the trauma bearable.

Anakin: [concerned noises]

@atagotiak: I have this mental image of Anakin and Fulcrum making the very inadvisable decision to spar

Fulcrum thinks she’s able to handle it. She’s not.

She has the skills! But. Uh. Panic attacks are fun, especially when they take the form of "my brain flipped a switch and I could no longer process that this was a spar and not a fight to the death."

Ezra suggests that maybe she'd be better off sparring with General Kenobi instead of Skywalker. Ezra can spar with Mini-Soka and Anakin, he's fine with that. He knows Vader is Anakin but it's just a Fact, like "there are this many stars in the Chommel sector." It's certainly true but he has no emotional connection to this information.

Tia: It’s not great for Fulcrum mentally and also tbh it seems like there might be a risk of her injuring Anakin. Probably not too seriously just because the sabers aren’t gonna be full power but still, seems like something to avoid

Does she flinch around non-Rex 501st clones? Probably!

Fulcrum: Here's a list of clones we're likely to encounter that I'm not going to panic around.

Anakin: ...there’s only three names on this list.

Fulcrum: Yeah.

Tia: Trying to figure out what her opinion of Bail Organa must be. Which is complicated by how I haven’t seen Rebels.

I mean yeah there’s some degree of trust and respect and stuff there. But in the novel at least I didn’t really get any friendship vibe from them. To be fair I’m pretty sure they barely knew each other at the point.

“He’s trustworthy but a much sneakier motherfucker than anyone gives him credit for.”

"We aren't friends but I would lay down my life for him without hesitation"

"He's very soft compared to Jedi or clones but he's almost stupidly brave and apparently tried to help when he saw the Temple go up in flames, it's wild."

"But you're not friends?"

"Nah, future Bail was kind of my boss and I saw him once every two years if that. He has my ultimate respect, though. Ten outta ten, would become a black ops agent for again."

Tia: “Also his office is very fun to break into”

The looks that last one gets her.

Obi-Wan was nodding along because Yeah, he Gets It, Bail is incredibly impressive for a politician, he's a good man with a good heart and nerves of steel! Obi-Wan also finds him worthy of total loyalty! This is all--his office is What.

Fulcrum: Hey, you wanna know something terrible?

Anakin: No.

Fulcrum: Too bad, telling you anyway.

Fulcrum gets a lot of mileage out of being the future version of one of Anakin's current Five Most Important People (Obi-Wan, Padme, Ahsoka, Palpatine, Rex) since the twins haven't been born yet and Shmi's already dead.

Also, Tia pointed out that Caleb is like eleven at this point, and that’s very awkward for Ezra.

[wolferine]

Blackout - Part 3

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: There’s nothing to test a relationship more than a traumatic brain injury…

Warnings: Violence, blood

Word count: 3130

Part 2

AN: Made my day to hear how excited y’all were for this part! Hope it doesn’t disappoint. 😉

Ultron’s location is tracked to South Africa, where the Avengers believe he is trying to meet a dealer to buy the indestructible alloy, vibranium, from. After throwing together a hasty plan, the Avengers fly over and split up on Ulysses Klaue’s ship. Steve, Tony, and Thor go to confront Ultron and his two enhanced bodyguards, identified as the Maximoff twins.

The male, Pietro, is believed to be the same person who Clint met on the previous visit to Sokovia. He possesses the ability of superhuman speed, while his younger sister, Wanda, possesses a range of energy manipulation. 

Clint takes position from a vantage point, while you and Natasha hover on the floor above the others. Bruce stays with the Quinjet; given Wanda’s mind manipulation powers, they don’t want to risk her getting anywhere near him.

Ultron initiates the fight, taking on Tony while he sicks his drone henchmen on Steve and Thor. Pietro disappears into a gray blur and the gunshots that echo through the cramped hallways indicate Klaue’s men have engaged in the fight.

When you see the orange muzzle fire flash in the distance, you drop to your stomach and roll behind the safety of a wall. Meanwhile, Natasha takes on three full grown men at once, the blue piping in her uniform the only thing you see as she flips them over and knocks them out with ease.

For someone with no supernatural powers, she’s certainly a force to be reckoned with. You’re beginning to see what you liked about her.

The floor shakes as a stack of Klaue’s men parade down the hallway and you pull yourself into a crouching position. The moment you see a dull-toed boot, you leap out of your hiding spot. The men scream in surprise, mindlessly firing their assault rifles. You grab the barrel of one to push the muzzle towards the floor, the hot metal melting your palm.

You rip your skin off to free your hand and you tip the man over the railing. Clint, perched on his balcony, launches a few arrows into the backs of Klaue’s men and they tumble forward like dominos. The last conscious one is sandwiched between his fallen comrade and you; he drops his gun and raises his arms in submission. You take him out with a single punch to his head.

Your skin itches as it grows back and you flex your hand in annoyance. Tony and Ultron have disappeared off the ship and you run back to the area you last saw Natasha.

“Thor, status?” you hear Steve ask the god of thunder.

“The girl tried to warp my mind. Take special care, I doubt a human could keep her at bay. Fortunately, I am mighty…” He trails off suspiciously.

“Thor? Thor?” Steve repeats.

You sneak up behind one of Klaue’s men, putting a hand on each of his shoulders and pushing him down. His knees buckle under your weight and you bash his head against the wall.

Natasha spins around, aiming her glowing blue bracelet at your face.

“Hey, hey, it’s just me,” you say, not wanting to get electrocuted.

“How many are left?” she pants, lowering her arm.

“Hopefully not a lot,” you respond. “Are you okay?”

“Of course I am.” But she’s touched by your concern for her.

“Everyone, stay alert—” Steve says, before cutting himself off.

You glance at Natasha and she seems to read your mind. If this Wanda girl took down a god and a super soldier, there wasn’t much different in your skill set or Natasha’s that you could use against her. Natasha turns to stand back-to-back with you, and the direct contact is strangely comforting.

“Clint, you there?” Natasha asks through her microphone.

“I’m all good.”

“Steve? Thor?”

No response.

“Tony?”

Nothing.

“Clint, where are you? We need to regroup,” Natasha says, and you feel her move away from you, so you start walking backwards to keep up. All your senses are on high alert. A threat the Avengers couldn’t even handle spells disaster for the rest of the general population.

“I’m up one floor from you two,” Clint says. “Do you want me to come down, or—”

“No, we’ll come up. We’ll be better off on the higher ground,” Natasha says.

You turn and follow Natasha so closely you’re almost stepping on her heels. “No rush,” you say, wishing you could be in front of her in case Wanda pops out and attacks. After all, you are a little more durable than she is.

As Natasha turns the corner to enter the stairwell, she suddenly freezes mid-step. You spring into action, jumping around her only to see Wanda Maximoff crouched behind the wall, red wisps of smoke twisting around her fingertips.

You pull your arm back to punch her in the face, but the red smoke trails up your arm and suddenly you can’t move. Your muscles tremble from trying to fight the invisible force and in the corner of your eye you see Natasha stumble back, falling to the floor.

Wanda comes up to you, studying your face. She recognizes you from the house in Sokovia, and she’s surprised to see that you’re still alive. She pushes her finger against your temple and your eyes roll back. You crumple into a heap.

You find yourself kneeling before a ten-year-old girl, your arms raised in submission. She points a gun at you like an executioner. Through the glass-less window behind the girl, you see Wanda Maximoff. A trail of red smoke sprouts from Wanda’s fingertips and surrounds the girl’s head.

The girl’s eyes glow red. Wanda curls her own finger like she would around the trigger of a gun, and the girl copies her movement exactly.

The bullet that comes out is wrapped in red smoke. Hot pain burns in the center of your forehead, like a searing poker thrust through your skull. The force snaps your head back and you fall into darkness. 

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When you come to, you find yourself sitting in the back of the Quinjet. Natasha is next to you, resting her head on your shoulder. You reach up and feel your forehead, sighing when you realize it’s intact. Phantom pain throbs in your temples like a ping pong ball bouncing around your skull.

Bruce is curled up on the floor, his face buried in a sweat-soaked blanket. Tony hunches over in a seat, scratches and dirt covering his face and arms. Thor paces anxiously, while Steve cracks his knuckles and stares at the floor.

Clint is the only one who seems relatively normal, sitting in the cockpit alone.

“Where are we going?” you croak, your throat dry and painful.

“Somewhere safe,” he says.

You look towards Natasha, but her eyes are closed. You assess her for any visible damage, but she looks the same as she did before you two ran into Wanda. Admittedly, you’re a little shaken from what Wanda did to your head, and you wonder if she showed Natasha a similar vision. You let her sleep on you, trying to move as little as possible.

Eventually, Clint lands the Quinjet outside of a country home. He helps Natasha out and you notice that she can barely walk. Concern builds in the pit of your stomach—did she have an internal injury? What had Wanda done to her?

“Let me help,” you say to Clint, but he waves you away. Natasha gives no sign she even noticed your attempt to help. Frustrated, you fall back to the rear and follow the men to the house.

You feel so out of place you want to scream. You hate that even though you’ve supposedly been an Avenger since the team’s inception, your own teammates don’t trust you. You hate being limited by your memory loss, and now you can’t even be there to help your (former?) girlfriend. You hate how helpless you are.

“Honey, I’m home!” Clint announces as all of you walk through the unlocked front door. A pretty, brown-haired woman comes out to meet you. Clint introduces everyone to the woman—his wife, Laura—whom apparently none of the Avengers (except you and Natasha) knew about.

Laura hugs you like an old friend, but you’re not sure if Clint told her about your condition, so you limit your conversation with her. Thor leaves soon after the introductions, and Laura pairs everyone up and sends them away to the guest rooms. Naturally, you’re placed with Natasha, but you don’t complain as you help her up the stairs.

You let her shower first and sit on the bed while you wait, peeling off your sweaty uniform and awkwardly sitting there half-naked when you realize you have nothing else to put on. You cup your head in your hands and let out a long sigh. You replay the vision Wanda made you see in your head, but you’re not sure it means.

Was it a prediction of the future, or something that had happened in the past? Or just something to throw off your mental state? Because it was working. A shudder runs up your skull when you recall the moment the girl shot you, and you swear you can feel the echo of pain in your skull. It feels too real, like it actually did happen. But you have no such memory of something like that happening...unless...?

You don’t have time to think about it further because Natasha comes in, wrapped in a towel, wet hair dripping down her back.

“Hey,” she says.

“How are you feeling?” you ask. You see her eyes trace over your exposed arms and chest. A smile tugs at your lips and you clear your throat.

“Oh! Uh—” Her face reddens when she realizes you caught her staring. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“How are you feeling?”

“Eh.” She shrugs and sits down next to you. “How are you?”

“Eh,” you repeat. “You, uh…You’re looking a little better, at least. You didn’t look so good back there on the Quinjet.”

“The Maximoff girl…” Natasha pauses, inhaling sharply. “When she played her little mind spell on me, I saw myself back in the Red Room…” Her voice breaks and she bows her head.

You have no idea what the Red Room is or what happened to her there, but you can tell it holds some kind of great significance to her. You know she must have told you about it before, but you just can’t remember. Anger simmers in your stomach and you draw your hands into fists. 

Why did this have to happen? What did you—and Natasha do—to deserve this? It was so unfair. Life had already been so unkind to both of you. Would you ever find your happy ending?

Natasha misreads your frustrated expression for confusion and says, “The Red Room…it’s my past—”

“Yes, the one I should already know about, right?” Your annoyance of how she expects you to remember things, when you’ve told her a thousand times you don’t, finally catches up to you. You jump off the bed and pace the small bedroom anxiously.

“I’m not mad at you for not remembering,” Natasha says, trying to calm you down.

“Well, I am,” you snap. Your fingernails curl into your palms until you draw blood, but you don’t care. “I don’t know how many times you want me to apologize for forgetting. I’m sorry, okay?”

“Y/N!” Natasha stands and grabs onto your arm. She’s shocked to hear you talk to her in such a way, but she can’t blame you. None of this was your fault, yet the blame is thrust on you because it’s easier. You couldn’t even fight back anyway, since you’re the one that didn’t remember anything. They could feed you whatever stories they wanted and you had no choice but to take their word as the truth.

“I see the way you look at me—with pity in your eyes. The way the others walk around me—like they don’t know if they can trust me or not,” you say, pulling your arm out of her grasp. 

“I’m sick of it. I literally woke up from a two-year coma and everyone expects me to know what I missed. Everyone expects me to fall back into place and pick up right where we left off. You included. And I’m sorry I can’t do that, Nat. I’m sorry I forgot what we used to have.”

You take a deep breath, not realizing how hard your chest is heaving. You can’t even look at her, your face hot and eyes burning with unshed tears.

“No, no, you’re totally right, and I should be the one apologizing,” Natasha says. “I’ve been the selfish one for only caring about you getting your memory back so you remember our relationship. And that’s not fair to you,” she continues, stepping so close to you, you can feel her breath against your collarbone. 

“But I’m scared. Every day, I feel you slipping away from me, and I…” She hiccups. “I don’t want to lose you. It was always supposed to be us against the world, because you’re my person…” Natasha breaks down, and you’re surprised you didn’t crack before her. 

Seeing her cry does something to you. The famous Black Widow, known for her ruthless kills, hides her face in her hands, clearly ashamed to show you her vulnerable side. Knowing that you’re partly responsible for it, you act without thinking, wrapping your arms around her in a hug, holding her against your body tightly.

Instantly, she relaxes into the heat of your skin, pressing her wet cheek to your chest and closing her eyes. You rest your chin against her forehead and feel her arms squeeze around your torso gently. 

You’re not sure how long you stay like that, but you let her pull away first. When she looks up at you, something stirs in the pit of your stomach. Her hand comes up to rest under your jaw and she rubs her thumb over your bottom lip.

“I miss you and I love you,” she says. “I just wish you would love me again.”

It’s unfair for her to put that kind of pressure on you and Natasha knows it, but she’s past caring.

And it’s not that you don’t love her. It’s just that you can’t reciprocate with the same intensity. She’s had two years to get to know and love you. You’ve barely known her a week with this new brain.

“How do I get you to love me back?” Her hand trails down your chest and stomach, but you stop her before she reaches your hipline. Your mouth feels dry and your skin burns where she’s touched you. 

“Maybe we need to stop worrying about remembering the old memories and start making some new ones,” you suggest.

Her lips turn into a smile and she stretches up on her toes to reach your mouth—

KNOCK, KNOCK.

“Hey, it’s me! Can I come in?” Clint hollers from the other side of the door.

Both of you jump back from each other, startled. As you scramble for the door, Natasha throws herself back on the bed, adjusting the fit of her towel.

You swing the door open with too much enthusiasm and almost hit yourself in the face. “Hello, Clint.”

“Hey—I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” Clint sees Natasha in a towel and you half-naked and smirks.

“No, I was about to jump into the shower,” you correct, although blush creeps up your cheeks. “What’s up?” You beckon him in before his children see you and close the door behind him.

“Sorry about the room arrangements,” he says. “We’ve been so busy, I didn’t have the chance to give Laura a heads-up—”

“It’s fine,” you say.

“How are you two holding up?” Clint asks, leaning against the door as you awkwardly go to stand by the bed. You avoid eye contact with Natasha. “I just got done talking with the guys.”

“We’re…okay,” you answer. Maybe even a little bit better than okay? You’re not even sure what just happened between the two of you, to tell the truth.  “I mean…” You don’t want to speak for Natasha. “I’m no different than I was.”

“What did Wanda show you?” Clint doesn’t try to beat around the bush.

“Uh, it was pretty weird vision,” you say. “I was kneeling on the floor inside a house and this little girl—she couldn’t have been older than ten—stood in front of me with a gun—”

Natasha inhales sharply, but you ignore her.

“And then I saw Wanda outside the window, manipulating the girl into pulling the trigger. The bullet hit me right here.” You push your finger into the center of your forehead.

“Oh, my God,” Natasha whispers.

“What?”

“That’s not a vision. That’s a memory,” she says.

“Memory?” you say, slow on the uptake. “Well, I’ve never met Wanda before, and I’ve never been shot in the head by a kid, so—”

“Yes, you were,” Natasha insists. “We were all on a mission in Sokovia. Clint got hurt, so you helped me take him to what we thought was an abandoned house for cover. You found this little girl in one of the other rooms and she—well, technically Wanda—shot you. But your body didn’t heal right away, and after they removed the bullet in surgery, you couldn’t remember anything of the last two years.”

“Oh.” 

So, Wanda had been the one responsible for all this. It was her interference that caused you to get shot and lose your memory. If you had a chance to go round two (or technically three?) with her, you would make her regret ever thinking she could mess with you.

“We really can’t underestimate her now,” Clint comments. “She literally pulled you all apart like cotton candy.”

“You seem to have walked away,” you say.

“Yeah, well, I’m not really a fan of the whole mind control thing.”

“Didn’t think it was a choice.” You glare at Clint until he uncomfortably shifts his gaze away.

“There was definitely a trend with the things Wanda showed you though,” he says. “Steve told me he saw the dance he never got to attend with his girl, Tony saw the fall of the Avengers—”

“I saw the Red Room,” Natasha supplies.

“And I apparently relived getting shot in the head,” you say.

“Everyone’s worst nightmares,” Clint concludes somberly.

“Okay, I don’t know if getting shot in the head is my worst nightmare,” you scoff, wanting to present yourself as tougher than that. Although getting shot was an unpleasant experience, it wasn’t the worst thing you’ve ever been through.

“Maybe not,” Clint says, “But forgetting about Natasha is.”

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Click here for Part 4!

AN: BRB while I go sob into my pillow. This got way angstier than I expected, sorry. Poor Nat and R. 🥺 I really hope they get their happy ending— 

[elysianslove]

Hiii! I loved your Iwa fluff headcanons and was wondering if you could do one with Suna? thanks <3

yesyesyes i would love to!!! iwaizumi’s version. 

↬ when suna was younger, he really, really wanted a pet bunny. like he really, really loved bunnies, and would beg his parents day and night for one. he even made a really badly edited powerpoint on bunnies and why he deserves one (aside the editing, it was a very persuasive powerpoint. they filmed him while he presented it and the video haunts him to this day). his parents were relentless, though, and didn’t get him his bunny. instead, though, they surprised him with a cat. a cat isn’t as high maintenance since they’re very independent creatures, but can also be very fun. they figured any pet would make him happy. they were wrong. suna hated her so much and would never interact with her. like to the point where he nicknamed her “bitch” and now she mainly answers to that instead of her name. but all that only worked against him, and the cat just kept getting more and more attached to him.

↬ suna now loves her so much, and she’s just as attached to him. like he would kill for her, honestly. it’s his cat >>> everyone else. he has an album on his phone dedicated to pictures and videos of only her, and her bed is in his room because she always ends up sleeping there anyways. he realized later on when he grew older that a cat was the perfect animal for him, and he’s not sure if it’s a parents thing and they really knew or they were just winging it and hoping for the best, but she’s his favorite ever and he would risk it all for her.

↬ his favorite sleeping position with her would be when he’s casually laying on his back scrolling through his phone and she comes and crawls along him to lay on his chest. the warmth he feels within his chest like he just gets so giddy.

↬ suna is crazy obsessed with serial killer documentaries, horror movies, unsolved mysteries, everything like that. his favorite pastime is watching and reading these things, but honestly, it’s not even a like, “wow that’s so cool,” and more of a, “suna what is wrong with you???” type of thing, because he’s the type to have like insidious 2 in the background as he does his homework or gets ready or something. it’s kind of scary how unfazed he is with things like that.

↬ but! yeah he’s extremely brave when it comes to horror movies, borderline unhinged, but his biggest fear? his phobia, if you will? spiders. insects in general, really. he will scream like a sixth grader that’s yet to hit puberty if he sees a spider crawling near him. once he was peeing in the miya twins’ bathroom and some kind of cockroach crawling on the wall and nearly fainted. thank god he was already peeing because he would’ve pissed his pants either way. it’s so embarrassing for him, so he’s so good at hiding it. he just freezes impossibly when he notices an insect and doesn’t take his eye off of it until someone else notices it and kills it. there was this instance when they were at a training camp and he kept feeling as if something was crawling on him, but assumed it was just really hot and his skin was tingling from that. something was crawling on him, though, and it was not just really hot. Top 10 Most Traumatic Moments of his life, especially because atsumu’s first instinct was to record the whole thing.

↬ suna is extremely, and i mean extremely, touch-starved. physical touch has always made him uncomfortable for a reason unknown to him, so he never really accepted hugs or kisses from his family, and would feel so icky if he was roped into a group hug b by his teammates. so when he met you, he thought you’d be so against the fact that he’s uncomfortable with it, because who would want a partner that doesn’t wanna touch or be touched? turns out he actually craves it, and needs it badly, he just needed to take his own time and pace approaching it, and with how understanding you were, he doubted he could ever figure this out without you. he just took it slow, you know? but the more he touched you — held your hand, pinched your cheek, rested his head on your shoulder, pecked your lips for a few seconds longer than last time — the more he wanted you.

↬ when suna became comfortable with the thought and idea that yeah, he actually craves physical touch so damn bad, he wouldn’t stop touching you every second he could. he became insanely clingy, no matter if you were in public or alone. just always has a hand on you at all times. when he’s alone with you, he’s always trying to cuddle with you. you wanna sit and chill on your phone and not really talk? sure, just come do it with your head on his chest. you wanna watch a movie and munch on some popcorn and possibly share a drink? of course he’d love to! just come sit between his legs with your popcorn on your lap so he can steal some and also offer you some sips from the drink. you don’t wanna hug him after a game cause he’s too sweaty? that’s too bad, he wasn’t asking for permission. so you see, suna is a clingy mf. like latches onto you like a koala clingy <3

↬ suna’s music taste is very diverse. his favorite genre is alternative and rock, like the neighborhood, arctic monkeys, etc, but he also loves, loves loves glitchcore music, but also will un-ironically listen to kpop, and rap, and hannah montana’s old music too because why not. he just doesn’t care. if a song is good, it’s good. so what if it caters to a bunch of 12 year olds and not him? who decides that anyways?

↬ suna is very good at hair. like so good. as his sister started to get older, and her hair grew longer, she would sometimes ask him to do it for her before school. at first he was terrible at it, except maybe ponytails cause his hair was long enough at some point to push back into a ponytail, but everything else like parting her hair for pigtails or doing braids or a bun… he was just awful. so, in response, he’d just practice. he’d watch videos as he’s doing his little sister’s hair and be so focused, with his tongue sticking out a little and his eyes squinting as he tries to get it accurate. eventually, he becomes a master at it! you find this out when one day, as you’re just over at his house, his sister comes into his room with a hair tie and a brush and he just carries her up onto his lap and braids her hair as he chats with you and it was so endearing and so impressive and you genuinely believe that was the moment you realized you were in love with him.

↬ he offers to do your hair for you all the time now!! especially if you’ve just showered and are too lazy to brush it and tie it in some way, so he does it for you. he’s actually so, very gentle when brushing your hair, you don’t even feel a thing. if anything, it makes you really sleepy.

↬ when he joined the national team and started to become more and more of a public figure, he’d send you really explicit fan art of him and other teammates he was shipped with just to piss you off. if he was feeling really bold, he’d send you smut written about him. he says he wants to make you jealous. he just wants to provoke you in every way possible, really. one time someone made an edit plot twisting you and him to him and like atsumu so he downloaded video star and made such a bad edit of you and him and posted it on his twitter and instagram and it went viral. like it was one of those edits of just pictures flipping and hearts flashing and lights spasming all over the screen it was so bad it made you cry with laughter. that was his way of telling the world, no one but this person for me, right here <3

↬ i think he’d be very good at doing chores and cleaning and all that, despite how lazy he is. i just think it’s a habit kind of thing, where he grew up doing laundry and making his bed and cleaning his room and washing the dishes that he genuinely doesn’t mind doing it cause it’s natural for him. and he’s learnt to enjoy it.

↬ suna’s favorite color was deep, deep purple at some point, but now it’s between green and black.

↬ he’s caught up with all seasons of keeping up with the kardashians. please don’t ask him why, he doesn’t even know.

↬ once when you were out with him you just gave him a rock that was on the floor and he’s kept that rock with him ever since. like it’s in the drawer next to his bed and sometimes he just takes it out and holds it in his hand while he’s doing homework or scrolling through his phone.

↬ he spams you a lot. like at any time time of the day he just sends you a million videos of him doing the most mundane things; he sends you a video of him eating some almonds and at the end it’s just him going, “i’s good,” or him lip-syncing a song you sent him to listen to, or him trying to do eyeliner because why not. or maybe it’s pictures of him and it’s always ridiculous: him exaggerating him thinking, and then captioning it “thinking,” or just a picture of him on the roof with a peace sign and a pretty smile, or a close up photo of his face saying, “miss u.”

↬ he also spams you with memes all the time. and there’s no set type, it’s just all kinds. really corny memes and really cursed memes, wholesome memes and also memes that bully you. it’s all about the versatility.

↬ suna loves to sleep, he really does, but before meeting you, the only place where he could properly fall into a deep sleep was his bed. after meeting you, anywhere where you were next to him was the perfect place to sleep. if he had your presence near him he could sleep, it didn’t matter, especially if he was resting on your lap or shoulder or gripping onto your hand or resting his legs on your lap. he just wants you close to him, you know? like he feels so safe and comfortable when you’re around, it kind of scares him if he’s honest.

[deceitfuldevil]

Hot and Cold

Pietro Maximoff X Reader

Summary: After defeating Ultron and getting the chance to formally meet the new avengers trainees, also known as the Maximoff twins, you became quite close to the pair in a short amount of time. Of course Wanda took an immediate liking to you for saving her brother's life, and Pietro took a liking to you for. . . other reasons. Wanda always called you two yin and yang, mostly because even though in many ways you two were total opposites, you were always around one another in some form or another. But your thing with Pietro started about two months into knowing him; you were always cold, and you soon came to realize he was always hot. The solution to this? Cuddling. Both of you expressed that it was completely platonic at the beginning, but as time went on you guys didn’t express this nearly as much. . . as your actions proved more and more romantic.

Warnings: mentions of nightmares & childhood trauma, briefly.

Word Count: 2,002 (my birth year:)

Same old, same old. You wake up sometime around 3am with a jolt, another nightmare. In the past few months they’d been about the usual topics, your traumatic childhood, losing your powers, and so on. But after a bad mission about 3 weeks ago, the nightmares have been almost purely your subconscious taunting you. Steve gave you hell on the way back, even called you sloppy. You didn’t go to training for a week afterwards because you were so depressed. Tonight’s nightmare involved you losing your powers and ultimately your entire team. The voices ringing out to you, “This is all your fault,” rang over and over until you woke up gasping for air. You sat up, and after catching your breath, you decided there was nothing better to do than get something to drink.

Taking a sip of the cool water only made you shiver more. Why did Tony line the whole kitchen with freezing marble floors? Taking another sip you looked over at the commons area and saw Pietro, shirtless, sitting in front of a fan watching a movie on the couch. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before, and it was something he frequently did when he was too hot. Deciding to surprise him, you carefully walked up behind him on the couch and placed your freezing hands on his bare shoulders. But instead of jumping up and screaming at your touch like you thought he would, he sighed contently and mumbled out:

“Ahh, hello ledyanaya printsessa” (ice princess in Russian)

Although you didn’t speak Russian, you’ve learned a few key words from Pietro and his sister. Like dragâ meant dear, printsessa meant princess, dorogoy meant darling, and of course suka meant bitch. Beyond that if Pietro or Wanda said something you didn’t know, you’d either ask or use context clues to figure out what they were saying.

Although at first you were shocked he didn’t jump at your touch, you smiled to yourself as you used your cold hands to slowly massage Pietro’s broad shoulders; he groaned lowly as you slowly worked out the tension in his shoulders.

“Feels so good, dorogoy. But do you know what would feel even better?”

He questioned, his voice low and raspy, sending a chill down your spine. You only hummed in response, not trusting your voice to push out a solid reply.

“This.”

With one very quick motion he flipped you over from behind the couch and into his arms. His face was just a few inches from yours as he looked down and smiled at seeing a shocked expression on your face.

“What? You didn’t see that coming?” He grinned, his accent rich and thick as he said his now infamous line. Initially he just said it because it pissed Clint off, but soon it became his “catchphrase”.

But you didn’t respond, you just looked into his bright blue eyes. You felt your heart beating so hard, almost sure he could feel it too. You know what you wanted to do but didn’t know if you had the courage to do it.

Silently, Pietro gently brushed a hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear, and kept his rested hand on the side of your face. His eyes flicking from your eyes to your lips, you licked them to draw more attention to them and to see if he would do the same. But he one upped you and moved his face impossibly closer to yours, your lips now mere centimeters apart as his hot breath fanned over your face.

“Dragâ, have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” He inquired, his voice now a hushed whisper. You only shook your head a small yes in response.

He shook his head slightly and sighed. “Well have I ever... shown you?” He asked, gently caressing your face.

Your eyebrows stitched together in confusion. “Pietro what do you—“ but the words died in your throat as Pietro pressed his soft lips to yours in a tender kiss. Pulling away after a few seconds waiting for your reaction. You only opened your eyes and grinned as wide as the sun and placed your lips back onto his, more passionately this time.

For the rest of the night, kisses were shared almost everywhere. Pietro went the extra mile, and as he was giving you slow and soft kisses on your neck he said, “I should’ve *kiss* done that *kiss* sooner *kiss* ...no?” You giggled and turned his face towards yours and with your lips practically touching his.“Way sooner.” you said with a bright smile as you kissed him as you both slowly started to drift to sleep, not particularly caring or realizing the team would see you in the morning.

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Later that day around 9 in the morning, F.R.I.D.A.Y awoke Tony with a message. “Good morning Mr. Stark, you owe Captain Rogers twenty dollars.” He tiredly laughed and said smugly, “oh do I? And why’s that F.R.I.D.A.Y?” “Because of the agreement made on March 6th, about 37 days ago,” and then F.R.I.D.A.Y played an audio of Steve and Tony talking about you and Pietro:

“Tony, you can’t tell me you don’t see the way those two kids look at each other.”

“Sorry Cap, I think they’re strictly businesses with each other.”

“Have you ever even seen the security camera records of them cuddling together late at night?” Steve asked.

“Okay now you’re pulling my leg old man.” Tony laughed.

“I’ll bet you $20 they’ll end up together within the next 90 days. If I’m wrong, I’ll pay you $40.”

“You’ve got a deal Rodgers... but you do know that’s just pocket change for me right?”

And with that, the audio clip F.R.I.D.A.Y was playing ended;Tony never rushed out of bed faster. He ran down to the main commons area where Nat, Clint, Wanda, and Steve were already gathered; they shushed him as he neared by. Clint and Nat already had their phones out taking pictures of the pair, who Tony looked at and sure enough, they were fast asleep cuddled in each other’s arms. He sighed as Steve nudged him and held out his hand. “So where’s that $20 you told me I’d never see?” Tony rolled his eyes and told Steve he’d be making a trip to the bank.

After a few more minutes of somewhat creepily watching the pair sleep Tony broke the silence and asked, “Okay, do we have enough pictures to blackmail them if needed? Because if so I’m waking them up.” Clint and Nat nodded and slowly stepped away. They assumed Tony would start blasting music or something to that effect. But instead he stood in front of you and Pietro and made sure to take pictures of you two with the flash ON... to wake you up in the most embarrassing way possible of course.

You were the first to notice the bright flashes of light in your face and groaned softly, thinking it was the sun and the first thing in the morning You turned your head over and called out to your cuddle buddy.

“Pietro... I think it’s morning.” He started to rub small circles on the small of your back as he slowly opened his eyes to see a gleeful Tony Stark with his phone camera inches from his face. He quickly looked around and saw the other avengers and even his sister.

“Sukas!!“ he shouted as he put his power to good use and in the blink of an eye, he picked you up and carried you to your room. Only then did you fully open your eyes to see Pietro holding you in his arms, a little breathless.

“What happened?” You asked tiredly.

“We slept in and well... the avengers caught us,” he said dreadfully, his voice still tired and thick with his accent you adored so much.

“Well at least we have nothing to hide from them now, right?” You tried to put a happy spin on the situation.

“They got pictures of us cuddling, dragâ.“

Your eyes blew open as you jumped down from Pietro’s arms and ran back down to the main commons area where now most of the facility was gathered and you guessed it... sharing pictures to one another.

“Whoever has ANY pictures of Pietro and I is to immediately delete them or face the consequences,” you said gleefully, but your words with true intentions. Only no one really took you seriously. In fact, Thor let out a small laugh and said, “What could a hero still in training do if we do keep such pictures?” A few others laughed along with him.

“No no I guess you’re right Thor, I’m only capable of doing things like this,” you said, catching him off guard and giving him a swift kick to the torso, knocking him over. You flipped him over and pinned his hands behind his back. Even Tony and Steve backed away, not thinking you had the power to pin down a literal GOD just quite yet.

“So, does anyone still have any pictures of us on their phones?” You said with a dangerous smile, thinking no one would doubt you now. But Clint was cocky and told you, “the only way you’re getting these pictures off of my phone is from my cold dead hands sweetheart” as he waved his phone in front of you. But before you could jump at him, a flash of blue light came flashing by and was now holding you back as you struggled to go after Clint for his comment.

Pietro whispered in your ear “he isn’t worth it darling,” slowly calming you down in the process. Eventually you stopped fighting Pietro’s grip on you and the urge to kick Clint in the face and turned away from the rest of the team to hug your new boyfriend. You and he started to slowly walk away from the team, but not without saying to Clint, “only I can call her sweetheart, Capeesh? Otherwise I’ll run circles around you while she does more than take those pictures off your phone, old man.”

The group let out a collective “ooohhh” as the two of you headed off back to your room. Tony broke the silence by saying, “so is no one going to mention that she just pinned Thor down like one of the test dummies?” But Thor only scoffed and claimed that you had caught him off guard, which everyone knew was a load of bullshit.

Back in your room, you and Pietro went back to cuddling and just talked about your feelings and what this all meant. But truth be told the whole conversation was mostly soft kisses amongst other things. For the first time in a very long time, you finally felt content, happy, and most of all, loved.

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Hi everyone!! this is my first imagine of 2021 ahhh!! it’s only put out a day after when I posted my first imagine in 2020. Anyways I’m hoping this post will do well as I’ve never written for this character before... and he's not that popular since he's a little... dead. But we don't talk about that :) Since WandaVision has come out and *spoiler alert* Pietro has returned... somewhat, I’ve realized my appreciation for Age of Ultron Pietro... and fallen heads over heels for the dead man. I’ve rewatched Avengers: Age of Ultron three times in a row for the past three nights now, so it’s safe to say I’m a little mentally unstable. Okay now we’ve dived deeper than any of you care to hear. Anyways I hope you all enjoyed this imagine and constructive criticism and feedback is always welcomed!!

Much Love,

—Skyler

(2/15/21)

[amor-immortalem]

Everything Undesired chapter 11

Warning: victim blaming, emotinal abuse (Arella recounts her traumatic childhood/she should probably see a therapist to deal with her mommy issues.)

chapter 10

“It... It was my mother....”

The demon stares down at her with wide eyes, mouth slightly agape in shock at the revelation. What kind of mother says that to her own child? He laid his head down on the bed as she carried on because where would he even begin to start with all this?

“It started when my father died in a car crash when I was four... She said it was my fault because I had wanted to go out to the park and he took me. That I should feel guilty for asking for something so selfish, for seeking out his attention on one of his rare days off.... and then it just became common place to blame me for anything thing that she considered even remotely selfish or attention-seeking. Every bad thing that happened to our family was my fault and then... when I told her about what happened to me, she called me a whore. Told me I was probably just lying to get out of trouble and if I wasn’t, what did I expect from hanging around with a man seven years older than I was. That I deserved it and I only had myself to blame. She called me a disgrace to our family and tried to kick me out but when one of my friends’ parents threatened to call the authorities for child abandonment, she let me come back. All I had wanted was someone to tell me i-it wasn’t fault. All I wanted was to earn back her love.”

She let out a sob as she rattled on and Mammon lets her continue. The flood gates had been opened and even though she wanted to stop letting it out, Arella couldn’t.

“When she took her own life after my brother took his, her note for me was only filled with insults. How she wished I hadn’t been born. That I was ungreatful for the life she allowed me to have. That she always hated me and wished she hadn’t kept me. That she blamed me for my brother's death because I was too wrapped up in myself to keep him from doing it and how I would never find anyone who truly loved me because I didn’t deserve it. I thought about taking my life too because she was right. I was a horrible daughter- a horrible person. I loved her so much and that note left me shattered because I knew it was the truth.”

“No, it's not,” his voice is soft.

“Yes, it is! Please agree with me. You don’t have to spare my feelings. Look what I do with you. Whenever I see you talking to one of our female classmates, I always get selfish and interfere regardless of what you two were actually talking about.”

“And? It’s not like I’ve never done it with you. Arella, it is okay to be selfish sometimes and it don't make you a horrible person. You don’t have to bottle your sins all the time like you’ve been doin’. You live with representations of the seven sins, Babe. None of us are gonna care if ya indulge in greed or lust or envy or pride or any of the others for that matter every once in a while, because we do the same thing on a regular basis.”

Arella went to say something in rebuttal but stopped once the baby monitor went off. She tried to squirm out from under Mammon but he stopped her.

“Nu-uh, you’re not gettin' him. Let me take care of him tonight. You’re not gettin' out of this bed, got it?”

“B-But you were out all day with Asmo, aren’t you-”

“Take a break, Treasure.” he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “I can handle him and if he’s really fussin’ for ya, I’ll bring him back here but I want you to be the selfish one for once in this relationship and take some time for yourself.” The demon rolls off her and heads see what his son needs.

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As he managed to get close to the baby’s room, the crying suddenly stopped. The Avatar of Greed wonders if maybe Cyrus had just woken up from a bad dream and managed to comfort himself back to sleep. He still decided checking up on the kid was best and carried on- infants were so delicate and anything could go wrong at any time. It wasn’t until he heard Lucifer giving instruction to someone else that Mammon realized what was going on. He remembered back to his conversation with the Avatar of Pride this morning. He was teaching one of their younger brothers how to care for a baby- a valuable skill for the future if one of them decided they wanted kids of their own.

He approached the door; the sight was almost enough to make him laugh. The twins were trying their best to follow Lucifer’s instructions. Belphie was attempting to change Cyrus’ diaper and trying to figure out which way the clean one went on while Beel was trying to figure out how exactly to work the bottle warmer.

“Lucifer, which way does this damn thing go on?”

“Flip it around, Belphegor, you almost put it on backwards.”

“How hot should a bottle be before he can have it?”

“Turn it to 37 degrees- a normal human body temperature. Any hotter may can burn his mouth. The warmer will let you know when it’s ready.”

“Hey, quit squirming, you little snot. I’m trying to get your diaper on.”

Mammon cleared his throat. “I can take him now. Y’all look like you’re havin’ trouble...”

“I’ll guide them through it, Mammon. They had an interest in learning. Go on and go back to your room.” The eldest replied. “We can handle it.”

“Are ya sure?”

“We’re sure,” the twins responded as they tried to focus on their tasks.

And there was the guilt again, brought about from seeing his brothers helping when they didn’t need to. He told Arella he would take care of their son tonight and now it felt like he was just shirking the responsibility onto them.

“Are... are ya sure?”

“Yes,” The three of them responded.

“It’ll be good practice for our kids if we decide to have any,” the Avatar of Gluttony said.

“Yeah, our mates can’t be the ones doing all the work and I would rather not look like a fool with my first kid in front of them.” The seventh-born nods. “So, go on. We got this.”

“Alright then,” The white-haired demon turned to leave before a panicked cry erupted from Cyrus and he turned back around immediately, his parental instincts going wild, “hey, hey, whatcha cryin for kiddo? I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

Cyrus only continued to cry, attempting to reach his little hands up for his father. Mammon only grasped the infant’s hands in his.

“I know, I know, these ain’t the people who usually take care of ya.”

The little one only let out little whines, gradually calming down as Belphegor fastened the diaper around his waist.

“There, see, that wasn’t so bad, was it? You’re okay,” Mammon went to go pull away so he could sit him up, but Cyrus took it as a sign that his father was going to leave again and let out a shriek as he kicked his legs. Everyone covered their ears at the sound. “Cyrus, stop! I can’t hold ya when you’re screamin’ like that.” Since when had he gotten so clingy. Mammon forgot just how clingy newborns got to be.

“I think... maybe its best we leave.” Lucifer sighed as he mulled over why Cyrus might be acting this way. It wasn’t normal clinginess for an infant of his age and then it dawned on him. It was a fear response. Both he and Beel were there the night his biological mother and her sisters were dealt with and Cyrus heard all of that and was just now seeming to remember that night. “Beel, we need to leave right now. Belphegor can stay, but the two of us cannot be here right now.”

“Huh? Why?” The Avatar of Gluttony looked confused but a stern look from his oldest brother made him realize what exactly was happening and followed Lucifer out without any more questions.

As soon as the pair of demons were gone the screaming started to die down.

“Yeesh, what’s up with that, kid.” Mammon asked as he picked his son up, like he could answer his father. “Hey, Belphie the bottle should be ready. Hand it to me, will ya?”

“Yeah... I think Cyrus might be scared of Lucifer and Beel. He only screams like that when he sees Satan...”

Blue to gold gradient widened as he looked down at the infant whose eyes were glued to the doorway and his stomach dropped. “Oh...Oh no... He remembers...”

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[4ragon]

do you have any thoughts on the dynamic between iris and dahlia??

Ooo that’s an interesting one.

There is a wide spectrum of sibling dynamics in this game. We’ve got the Mia & Maya dynamics, the Apollo & Trucy dynamics, the Miles & Franziska dynamics, but then on the other side of that spectrum we have the Gavins or, case in point, Iris and Dahlia.

Listen. Dahlia on her own is fascinating. Iris on her own is also pretty fascinating. But when viewed as a pair? Good lord. Horrible and awful and deeply interesting all at the same time.

I mean, right off the bat, Dahlia at the age of maybe eight?????? don’t fact check me on that one convinced her father to just Get Rid Of Her? Because they had too many children?? Like. That’s fucked up. That’s horrible. That’s wild. That’s gotta be traumatizing for any child. And it’s gotta at least affect both of them deeply, like. Iris is abandoned for being “An Extra Dahlia” which, you know, I think clearly fucks up her own values, self perception, and self worth for years to come. And then Dahlia knows that she can do this kind of shit and get away scot free, and learns that anyone, even family, can be used and tossed out, that’s not healthy for any child’s development either.

God. Like. Can you even imagine? Your father (a wealthy jeweler by the way, so he has the MEANS to take care of all the children) just deciding he only needed to keep around one twin and basically gives the other one to a convent? What the fuck is wrong with Mr. Hawthorne??? Then of course there’s the fact that Morgan’s constant 4D chess meant she didn’t give a shit about them either, so it’s clearly coming from all sides in this family.

Honestly, I think Iris being given up by the Hawthornes was probably the most formative moment of her life. Like, on the one hand, she gets Bikini, who is this kind, motherly woman who actually cares about her. On the other, I think it really cemented in Iris’s mind that she is the Extra Dahlia, the extraneous twin who doesn’t have any value in herself. Dahlia, too, I think internalized that. Iris is the extraneous twin, the less important twin. She’s the shier twin, the weaker twin. Of course, Dahlia also sees the rest of the world like a tool to be used, but I think that goes double for Iris because she’s where Dahlia learned to think that way.

Then, of course, there’s Iris’s various ‘betrayals’ of Dahlia. Like, Iris does some pretty heinous shit for Dahlia, so it’s interesting to see what she draws the line at. She agreed to help steal the diamond and frame a man for it, but chickened out at the last second. Dahlia almost died, and Iris felt horrible about it, even if Dahlia is the one who put herself in that situation. Iris later agrees to date Phoenix under a different name to get the necklace back, and comes to realize that she would be willing to betray Dahlia again to save Phoenix, I assume both out of guilt and love. Like, that’s a lot of extreme stuff she was doing for Dahlia, and a lot of people she was betraying for her.

And again, I feel like her becoming “Dollie” is just another part of her being unable to become her own person, her being the “extraneous twin”. She gives up her identity for Dahlia, to ‘protect’ Dahlia in her own way. She didn’t care about Phoenix initially, she only cared about Dahlia having to dirty her hands, having to stain her soul.

Really Iris is always perfectly willing to sacrifice herself in all her interactions. She goes with Godot’s plan, willing to sacrifice herself for Maya. She sacrifices her own autonomy and identity to date Phoenix for months. I don’t think she really knows how to live for herself after everything she’s been through with Dahlia.

On the flip side, it’s very interesting to pick apart “Iris’s” dialogue after the switch. The first time through it’s hard to catch it, but once you know where the switch takes place (namely when they put up more trick locks in the inner temple), you can really see a lot about how Dahlia views Iris. 

I already talked about Iris’s guilt toward her sister, but a lot of the dialogue about her guilt are actually Dahlia pretending to be Iris. (Not all, just most.) Iris was scared and ran away during the heist. She betrayed her sister, and that’s why she deserved any and all punishment she received. It’s a little hard to parse out which parts are Dahlia playing the role of Iris and which parts she truly believed, but at the end of the day, her focus on guilt and betrayal was what she went with when pressed about ‘her sister’ while in her disguise.

Like. There’s absolutely some anger there. Iris was the one who betrayed Dahlia, after all. Iris was at fault. Iris was weak. I really wonder which parts of her Iris imitation were accurate? If Iris had expressed any of that to Dahlia?

I do think it’s interesting how outwardly similar they present themselves. Dahlia takes so much, she even takes Iris’s personality and wears it like a mask. She knows how to play the victim, how to be sweet. Actually, how much of Dahlia’s presentation is her imitating Iris, and how much of Iris is her taking from her sister?

Anyway, there you have it. A rather parasitic relationship if you ask me. One sister who makes sacrifice after sacrifice, and one sister who does nothing but take and take. 

Man. What a fun game.

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Happy Birthday, princessoftheworld85!

Happy Birthday, @princessoftheworld85! We hope you’re having a wonderful day so far, being pampered in all the best ways! To keep your birthday celebration going strong, the wonderful @mega-aulover​ has written a story just for you!

FOR: princessoftheworld85

PROMPT: My prompt request is for fanfic, Katniss/Peeta AU something in the vein of meet cute in a coffee shop or Bakery? Get creative, just let it be sweet and I’d love it if they kissed by the end.

RATED G

A/N: Happy birthday I hope you have a pleasant one, for give my errors its un beta’d so all mistakes are mine.

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Katniss wiped down the counter.

Darius the Sheriff’s Deputy always stayed with her to make sure no one bothered her at closing time, though it wasn’t necessary. Katniss could handle herself.  

“Can I have another cup?” Darius asked from his booth.  

Katniss nodded, as she poured him more coffee.

“Thanks Katniss.”

Katniss gave him a forced smile. She couldn’t understand why people liked coffee. Coffee was an intense dark jittery adrenaline in a cup. Katniss preferred the soothing, aromatic herbal notes in a cup of tea. Sighing she cleaned the coffee container.

She was counting the minutes until the coffee shop closed down. The sign outside was illuminated by a single lightbulb. Sae’s Coffee shop served stew, simple sandwiches, coffee, and pies.  Greasy always let her take home leftovers  in exchange for game meat.  Meat was still rationed even though the war had been over for six months.

The coffee shop was located at the edge of the Seam, by the dusty road that led out of town, and was affectionately known as District Twelve to the locals. The town was founded by Capitol Mining Company. The mining company owned District Twelve until WW2 broke out.

The lack of miners and the opening up of the factory in the nearby Merchantville forced the mines to close. Those who were lucky to secure a job at the factory moved from the Seam to Merchantville. Kantiss’s family wasn’t as fortunate. During the war she was too young to work in the factory.  Her father died in a mining accident, right before the war started. Her family lived in the mountains and at the age of eleven she took to hunting as a way to survive. When the war began she was thirteen and like everyone scared. But the ability to hunt provided her with an opportunity to trade with the richer merchants in Merchantville.

Katniss glanced down at the clock beneath the counter, there were fifteen more minutes before closing time.

The door opened, the bell above the door tinkled. Katniss scowled at the sound of the bell. A new patron meant she was going to get home later.  She looked up and was surprised to see Peeta Mellark walk in, he was drenched.  

“Peeta?” Darius stood up unsure what to do.

Peeta Mellark was from Merchantville. He  was the youngest son of the baker. The Mellarks never crossed into the Seam at night. Peeta didn’t look like himself. Katniss had gone to school with him, and he was a jovial person. There was always light and happiness that projected from within Peeta, it was that same goodness her baby sister Prim had.

“Sorry, my car lost control and-” His voice trembled slightly. Lightning flashed behind him as the door closed.

“Is the bridge out?” Darius asked, popping his head out. Thunder clapped and the downpour began.

“Yeah,” Peeta said.

“Damn,” Darius put his hat on. “Katniss you going to be okay here?”

“Yeah,” Katniss nodded.

“Great, close up tight, don’t leave tonight. I’ve got to make sure no one gets hurt.” Darius opened the door and made a dash in the rain to the patrol car.

Katniss closed the door, flipped the sign to the closed side, and then turned to face Peeta. He sat on a chair rubbing his face. A pool of water was forming underneath him. His hands trembled as he moved them.

Katniss reacted.  She grabbed, towles from the back living space. There was a house that contained all of the necessities including a bathroom with a shower. The Sae’s lived here at one point.  

“Here,” Katniss said, giving Peeta the towels.

“Thank you.” His body was now shaking.

Katniss recognized the first symptoms of shock, her mother was a nurse and she’d seen shock on the miners when something traumatic happened in the mines.  Without thought she wrapped her arms around him. Sometimes the feel of another body helped the person become calm.

He felt wonderful in her arms. Katniss was someone who hated embraces and affection. But through the smell of the rain she could smell the sweet scent of warm bread, vanilla, dill and cinnamon. For a moment she forgot she was holding Peeta for purely medical reasons. Katniss admired Peeta from afar but he was from Merchantville, and she was from the lowly Seam.

The only reason she’d gotten this job was because Greasy wanted meat to be able to make her stews. No one wanted to hire her because of her hunting. They saw her as one of those hill people who ate squirrel, got married at fourteen, had  multiple children, and ran around barefoot.  What people often forgot, her mother came from a wealthy merchant family, and Katniss knew how to read and write before she turned six years of age. She was quite intelligent.

His trembling stopped and Katniss stepped away. “Would you like a cup of tea?”

“Thank you,” Peeta nodded.

Katniss nodded. She took her bag and pulled out some homemade chamomile tea. When the tea was ready she asked, “Sugar?”

“No, can’t stand sugar.” Peeta took a sip of the tea and the steam made his cheeks rosy.

She could feel her own cheeks warming up. Katniss wondered why she couldn’t school her face arond Peeta. Those brief times when they interacted in the one room schoolhouse always had Katniss reeling. Her face burned, she became tongue-tide, and her stomach fluttered like spring leaves in a gentle breeze.        

Katniss told herself that she wasn’t a school girl anymore she was now considered an adult woman. She took a sip of her tea and said over the rim, “You wouldn’t happen to have some of that famous Mellark cheese buns?”

Peeta laughed. “I don’t think your beau would like to hear you talk like that.”

“Beau,” Katniss frowned.

“Darius,” Peeta said.

Katniss stood there mouth agape, before her words returned to her. “You think Darius and I are together?”

“Why else would he stay here night after night, to escort you home?”

“First off he doesn’t escort me home. Secondly I do not need a man to protect me, not when I have my bow and arrows.” Katniss grabbed her weapons from the back and showed them to him.

He whistled. “Okay I stand corrected.”

“Good.”

He looked down at his cup, then gave her a quick look before saying, “So does that mean you don’t need a man.”

She bristled before she saw how red he looked. Then all of the fight went out of her. Her eyes widened momentarily as she caught what he said. “Wait what?”

“Would you consider letting me court you?” He looked up and his blue gaze was like twin beams staring straight into the center of her heart. The place where she kept all of her secrets, like the hidden fact that she liked him.

Peeta put the cup down and shyly reached out and carefully removed a tendril of hair from her face. She felt the heat of the blush rushing to her cheeks, before she turned her face bashfully. His finger was calloused and warm and her toes wriggled in her shoes. She gave a slight jerk of her nose before she daringly placed a quick kiss on his cheek.

Just then the door opened, the jingling bell was jarring. Katniss was caught and yet couldn’t pull away.

“Peeta your car is pretty banged-” Darius stopped speaking. “Oh I’m sorry, I will be right back.”

Peeta chuckled, “Well I guess we’re a couple now.”

Katniss grinned, she couldn’t agree more.

[akkermans]

( madelyn cline / cis woman ) PHILIPPA ‘PIP’ AKKERMANS is 22 years old and is a JUNIOR at thales university. SHE is majoring in JOURNALISM and is known for being THE DESPONDENT as SHE can be CURIOUS and INSIGHTFUL as well as SELF-PUNISHING and MOODY. every time i see HER, SHE reminds me of SMOKE RISING FROM A CIGARETTE, THE CRUNCH OF LEAVES UNDERFOOT, INCOHERENT SCRIBBLINGS IN A NOTEBOOK.

hi hello hi i’m hero, i’m 22, she/they and i live in the est tz! i’m a recentish graduate who likes horror, my cat, and a damn fine cup of coffee!! i’m so excited to be here w/ pip!! if u wld like to plot, give this a like or hmu on my discord @ ‘garlic bed #3345′!!

full name: philippa ‘pip’ akkermans 

birthdate: june 24, 1998 

age: 22 

gender: cisgender woman 

pronouns: she/her 

zodiac: cancer 

nationality: dutch-american 

ethnicity: white

hometown: utrecht, the netherlands

languages: dutch, german, english 

family: 

julian akkermans, father 

lotte de vries, stepmother

amelia akkermans, mother (deceased)

sophie akkermans, twin sister (deceased)

orientation: bisexual biromantic 

religion: atheist (formerly catholic) 

height: 5 ft 6 in 

distinguishing features: thin scar from crown of head to right eyebrow, eyes, lips 

character inspo: theo crain, alaska young, shane and ryan from buzzfeed unsolved, camille preaker

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃

TRIGGERS: death, car accident, alcohol and drug use, mental illness (depression, ptsd)

born in utrecht, the netherlands to a dutch father and american mother, pip akkermans’ life has been marked with tragedy since she was born. it seems to follow her. she was born five minutes before her twin sister, sophie, but as the two girls took their first breath, their mother took her last, leaving julian akkermans a single father. 

growing up without a mother, pip and sophie found solace in each other, forming a bond akin to many twins, one so close, so dependent, it was like they were in their own little bubble. sophie was always the bright one, the one who walked into a room and immediately lit it up. pip was always the quieter of the two, her energy more dour, more withdrawn. but together they were a team, causing trouble left and right, getting out of it with sophie’s sweet smile. 

their father was never the same after their mother died, but the coldness that possessed julian was all they’ve ever known. often times he was out of the house, unable to properly step up in the role of father to girls that were the spitting image of his lost love and the sole reason she’s gone. he drank. a lot. but he was never violent, simply sad. 

he starts going out a lot, and eventually, brings home a woman that he says is going to become their step mother. a wedding quickly ensues. there’s a meanness in her, a clear disdain for the twins. but they don’t care, they don’t need to. they have each other. they’ll always have each other. 

they’re fourteen and visiting amsterdam for the weekend when their car is hit head on by another, there’s enough momentum to flip them twice. the driver and pip are fine, minor injuries, but sophie passes away before anyone arrives, her hand in her sister’s as she takes her last breath. 

pip is distraught, and for obvious reasons, she’s lost the better part of herself, even though she promised she wouldn’t go away. if her dad is heartbroken, he doesn’t show it. he simply continues to pull away. eventually sending pip to live with her aunt in america, rhode island to be specific. 

she doesn’t exactly adjust well, not only is she still reeling from the death of her sister, but she’s experiencing intense feelings of detachment and nightmares of sophie every night, among other symptoms. her aunt eventually takes her to a psychologist, where she’s eventually diagnosed with depression and ptsd. 

thus begins her long journey into managing her mental health, her aunt showing a surprising amount of support. she wishes on some level, that she had always grown up with her, that her father sent them away when they were children, maybe she wouldn’t feel so alone. maybe sophie would still be here. 

for the first year in america, she doesn’t quite have friends, because she prefers her usual solitude. but eventually, she finds her group of friends, within her soccer team, her clubs, anything to get her mind off of her old life. 

she tries to be normal, she really does, but she knows something is off– she feels empty, all the time, and her medication makes her feel like a zombie. eventually she falls into a crowd that is prone to partying, drinking, smoking. she’s sneaking out most nights to join them at their spot. 

her senior year, she spins out, has a very public breakdown, that ends up leading to her taking a leave of absence from school, and essentially once again, returning to pariah status. 

she does manage to graduate and get into thales university, by sheer force and extracurriculars, where she begins majoring in journalism, because it’s always been something she’s interested in, having been a part of her school’s newspaper before, well, everything. 

she meets nana in one of their gen eds, and they hit it off immediately. they’re practically inseparable for a few years, until there’s an incident of pip being caught in a compromising position with one of nana’s flings at the time (it wasn’t what it looked like) and before she has a chance to explain, they’re no longer speaking.

 nana goes missing a few weeks afterwards, and the emptiness comes back, feeling guilty as if it was her fault. as if everything that has happened has been a result of knowing pip and her general trail of misery. she was going to apologize, too. she just never got the chance. 

now with the death of steven, her curiosity is piqued, her journalistic instinct triggered by the mystery afoot, and focusing on that means she doesn’t have to think about herself, because by god, she does not want to think about herself. 

TL;DR: pip and her twin sister, sophie, are born in utrecht, the netherlands– their mother dies when they’re born. their father withdraws, eventually remarrying a bitter woman. when pip and sophie are 14, they’re involved in an accident that takes sophie’s life, and leaves pip alone, a bit traumatized. she moves to america to live with her maternal aunt, and goes to high school there, until she essentially has a breakdown her senior year. she meets nana her first year of thales, and they’re inseparable until a misunderstanding a month or two before she disappeared. now with steven’s death, she’s using her journalism skills to investigate it all. 

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

between the melancholy is a very bright girl. she’s always been rather inquisitive and observant, the quieter one of the akkermans twins. as she grows older, learns to live without her sister, learns to live alone, she grows into her own voice. she becomes someone unafraid to speak her mind, simply because she has nothing left to lose. she’s a bit dry, a bit sarcastic, and her humor can border morbid on occasion because she’s gotta laugh or else she’ll cry. she has a bit of trouble sticking her nose in places it shouldn’t be. she’s rather loyal, but it takes a lot for her to trust you– she trusted nana, and look where that got her. that being said, she has long bouts of depression, and detachment, which she’s been trying to manage for years now, but still, in the quiet moments, there’s a feeling the girl is rather– haunted. 

𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒

she has pretty good investigative skills! she works on the newspaper at the school, so she’s kind of all over the place

explores a lot, likes to wander because it clears her head, though it also means she’ll probably enter places she’s not usually allowed (i.e. abandoned buildings, etc.) 

also a soccer player! she’s played soccer for a good amount of her life, except her senior year of high school when she withdrew, she’s debating quitting the team here though 

has a slight dutch accent, it’s noticeable mostly on specific words 

disaster bi….. disaster bisexual…. usually stumbles into relationships and they never last due to her own shortcomings 

can’t drive fr shit never learned how, fr some… obvious reasons, has some anxiety getting 

has a few tattoos! her first and favorite was two butterflies on her wrist for sophie 

has two piercings in each ear, a daith piercing in her right, and a upper cartilege piercing on her left

doesn’t really talk about her sister, however, claims she sees her/feels her sometimes 

a skeptical believer of ghosts and spirits, mostly likes the stories that comes with her 

speaks to her father once every two years, their relationship is nonexistent 

likes to have a beer every so often but doesn’t exactly party, if u do see her at parties she’s prob lounging on a couch chatting with someone who’s name she’ll never remember 

lived on campus for the first two years but this year got her own apartment, has an esa, a two year old scottish fold named noodle 

has an extensive collection of sweaters and cardigans

kind of an old lady……. just learning about tiktok now

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

partner in crime – the ryan to her shane, the trixie to her katya, maybe they’re not the best of friends but they get into a LOT of trouble together

the reason nana and her stopped talking – pretty much nana walked in on a situation and misread it entirely and her drama loving ass cut pip off until her disappearance

friends 

former friends – pip pulls away a lot, she is the undoer in a lot of relationships… or maybe it was your muse…. 

roommates (2-3) – new girl-esque shenanigans to be had!

newspaper coworkers 

soccer teammates 

someone she’s been helping with a case

fwb (f/m/nb) – girl has got needs, and doesn’t always like to be alone so

exes (f/m/nb) – prob broke up because pip’s inability to ever truly connect to other’s… haha! or it could be on good terms, and they’re pals now

crush (f/m/nb) – either way, reciprocated or unreciprocated, but it’s weird and you’re both kinda hot?

people she has Hooked Up w/ and now it’s awkard (f/m/nb) 

rivals, but are we? 

only likes her because her cat – noodle rights, babey!

‘she accidentally stole your coffee order once, but hey, she’s pretty cool’ – prob bought u a new one after she drank a bit of it…. now you see each other around fondly

‘she stuck her nose in your business for the Scoop’

hate-to-love friendship – i want to k*ll you to hey you’re pretty alright but don’t tell anybody i said that

‘you sent her an anonymous tip, but she accidentally figured out it was you’ 

someone who gets her out of her shell – takes her to parties! out with friends! 

anything in my wanted tag!

[mandelene]

Drabble request

Can I send in a drabble request? Maddie is in her early 20’s and has been cast as Heather Chandler in a production of Heathers: The Musical at the local theatre (not Broadway, just a regular community theatre). Her fathers Arthur and Francis and her twin brother Alfred come to watch her on opening night. Don’t do all the songs. Just do Candy Store. The choreography is from the video Candy Store - Heathers: The Musical on the YouTube channel Acting Against Cancer. That video looks easier to follow than the Jekyll & Hyde one. Heather Chandler is the girl in red. Maddie has a powerful voice and kills the high notes, she nails the choreography, and she slips into the mean girl persona with ease. Her powerful voice fits the powerful character that is Heather Chandler, which is why the director cast her in that role.

Here it is! I don’t know if you meant to send it twice, so I took stuff from both. :)  Warning: there is some profanity and mentions of smoking/alcohol.

Candy Store Word Count: 714

“Wow, I haven’t seen the theater this packed in a while,” Alfred says, plopping himself in the set between his parents so that they’ll be less tempted to bicker with one another throughout the show. 

“Well, our Madeline is a natural star, so I’m not at all surprised!” Papa remarks, flipping through the playbill in his lap.

Dad’s forehead creases and he fiddles with his tie – he’s always more nervous about Madeline’s performances than she ever is. “To be frank, I don’t much about ‘The Heathers,’ and Madeline hasn’t given many clues regarding the premise. I’m not sure what to expect.“ 

Oh, man. He’s for a shock then, Alfred thinks. He’s positive Maddie had her reasons for staying hush-hush about it, given some of the strong language and well…the fact that the character she’s playing is a bully. "You’ll be able to get it without any background info or context,” Alfred tells his father, biting his lip. He has a feeling his parents aren’t going to be pleased…

Alfred chooses to block them out to the best of his ability and focuses his attention on the stage instead. The curtains rise, the lights flash to life, and the moment they’ve all been waiting for begins…

Maddie looks stunning – not just in terms of the wardrobe and makeup that’s been put together for her, but also in terms of the confidence she radiates. In any other setting, his twin sister is painfully shy, but when she’s acting, it’s like she’s a whole new person – a person Alfred almost doesn’t recognize. She’s glowing. 

When the song Alfred has heard Maddie rehearsing in her bedroom over and over again comes on, Candy Store, he covers his mouth with one quivering hand and sinks into his seat. Dad and Papa aren’t going to like this one. 

Maddie’s character, Heather Chandler, shoves a finger into the token ex-nerdy character turned popular-girl, Veronica, and says, “Are we gonna have a problem? You’ve come so far, why now are you pulling on my dick? I’d normally slap your face off, and everyone here could watch, but I’m feeling nice. Here’s some advice: listen up, biotch!" 

Alfred hears Dad softly grumble something to himself and then feels him tap on his shoulder. 

"Who approved this script?” Dad asks. 

“Shh, it’s just a musical, Dad." 

"Why is Madeline being so cruel to that poor girl?” Papa asks next, also legitimately bothered by the scene. 

“She’s just playing a character, guys,” Alfred reassures. 

Dad scowls, not comforted in the slightest. “But why is she so believable?" 

"Umm, maybe because she’s a good actress? Now, shh!” Alfred defends his sister with a sigh. When she starts singing, Dad and Papa stop looking sour and appalled. 

Until they register the lyrics coming out of their daughter’s mouth…

“I like lookin’ hot,  buying stuff they cannot.  I like drinkin’ hard, maxin’ Dad’s credit card!” Maddie belts out, swishing her hips from side-to-side with the beat. 

Dad nearly springs out of his chair, but Alfred pushes him back down with all of his might. 

“…I like killer clothes,” she continues, running her hands sensually over the red blazer she’s wearing. “Kicking nerds in the nose!" 

"I cannot believe that’s my little Madeline!” Papa laments under his breath.

“She’s 22, Papa. Relax." 

”…You could come smoke,  pound some rum and coke,  in my Porsche with the quarterback.“ 

Dad shakes his head in despair. "I can’t listen to this." 

"Honey, whatchu waitin’ for?  Welcome to my candy store.  You just gotta prove,  you’re not a pussy anymore,  then step into my candy store!" 

Alfred knows he’s going to have a lot of explaining to do later tonight…as will Maddie. In retrospect, they should have hinted this wouldn’t be a family-friendly production. 

That said, once the final act is over, Alfred dashes over to Maddie backstage before their parents can beat him to it, and says, "Guuurl, you killed it. That singing? Ten outta ten. And you’re the best fake mean girl I know." 

Madeline, as humble as ever, flushes at the compliment. "Thanks, Al." 

"Just a head’s up though…Dad and Papa aren’t too happy." 

"Yeah, I figured,” Madeline anxiously laughs. “How long do you think it’ll take them to forgive me?"  “Honestly? You’ve traumatized them for life.”

[goatbi]

Backstory Bullshit

Hi. I don’t know what I’m doing. This is just random important things about Author and Host, thank you for your time. (Author is referred to as Alaric, Host as Quill!) 

Also if you’re expecting coherency from me, don’t. This is just to get my thoughts down. 

Also a trigger warning for rape mention and eating disorder mentions, as well as a minor gore thing. None of these go into detail, but I feel like it’s important to mention nonetheless. 

-Basic Info for starters: 5′5″, trans man, autistic. Alaric is Pan, Quill is Demi Bi. 

-Two older brothers, one older sister. Older Brothers are the Jim Twins (this information was something Quill blocked out for a good amount of time) the older sister is currently unknown and not something Quill (nor Alaric) is looking for. 

-Parents? Nah. Why don’t we kill those, thanks Alaric, thank you for your time. 

-Kind of disappeared. There is a reason that Alaric didn’t know that the Jims were his brothers, and it’s because Alaric sought to completely distance himself from everyone. 

-Thought he was human. Was wrong 

-No real first experience with realizing that he’s got powers. It was mostly a slow build up of Alaric writing random things in various places and having them end up becoming true before Alaric realize ‘oh shit. huh. I’ve got magic.’ and then just kind of went from there 

-Murders sometimes, just for fun. Alaric doesn’t really get hands on all that often, the only people he did that for were parental units, and then focused on writing, cause he thought it was neat to see what he could do to them without ever laying a finger on them. 

-That was true up until he was raped and then Alaric took a bat to the man’s skull and never looked back. 

-Thus begins Alaric’s philosophy of “Trauma? What trauma? I’m not traumatized.” 

-Alaric is very much traumatized. 

-Becomes very hyper sexual as a result, but kind of hates himself for it. 

-Also tends to kill the people he has sex with. Just. Just for fun. Y’know. Not because of a trauma response-

-Also begins to self destruct a bit, in many many ways. 

-Doesn’t eat as much as he should, which is just it at first, and then eventually just. stops eating 90% of the time. Keeps himself alive through writings in a personal notebook he has, just for shit like this. 

-Starts getting into dark magic, and then black magic, trying to find the source of his powers, so he can get more. Does not take any precautions. 

-Power hungry, vaguely blood thirsty. 

-Finally, the whole, ‘not taking precautions when doing black magic’ thing kind of backfires. Badly. 

-Admittedly, Quill doesn’t know what happened in the few hours that are missing from his memory. There are a few things he does remember: Alaric’s afraid, panicked. The room is on fire, the entire cabin is on fire, the fire is in his head, and he has to get it out. 

-Alaric tears his own eyes out with his bare hands. This is not a clean job, there are scratch marks all around Quill’s eye sockets because of this. 

-The Person In Between, since this person is no longer quite Alaric, but not yet Quill, wanders off. Wanders back to the others, namely Dark and Dr. Iplier, is a dramatic motherfucker and grins at them, waves, and then passes out. 

-Wakes up, still not quite Quill, not def not Alaric anymore. There’s something to take care of first. 

-The library was Alaric’s domain, and it will be Quill’s. But first, certain remnants of Alaric are placed aside, in their own little room, away from everyone, hopefully to be forgotten about, and then the person between locks part of the memory away. 

-Quill is tired, of course, and honestly hates himself. Not because he is Alaric, but because he was. Just because part of those memories were locked away doesn’t mean all of them were. 

-Takes some time, Quill meets Malik, which is something that helps drag Quill out of his brain 

-Quill relearns to use first person in order to properly say ‘I love you’ to Mal. 

-Finally, starts settling into who he is now, which has turned from a violent angry scared, frankly broken man, into this. Still sorta broken, still scared, but more tired. Avoids violence if he can, but isn’t afraid to use it if he must. 

-And then Quill finds the room. 

-Now, the person between did this on purpose. Like a time bomb in the back of Quill’s head, waiting until he was calmer, had dealt with some of what he remembered (which was enough to know Author was violent and scared, but some of the reasons were not there) before opening the rest. 

-To be completely honest? Quill broke a little bit. Forced people around him to pretend not seeing him for days was normal, kept himself tucked up in that extra little room and remembered 

-Flipped his shit. 

-It wasn’t ALL about the fact that there were three siblings he didn’t remember, but that was what he focused on 

-This was around the time that people realized. Oh shit. Quill hasn’t been around in awhile. 

-Mal flipped his shit as well, to a lesser extent 

-Quill went off and attempted necromancy. Failed, because his siblings weren’t dead, and brought back someone else, because Alaric had a bad tendency of burying victims around the cabin (which yes, is basically a burnt out shell now)

-Quill ended up killing the guy for a second time, and had a panic attack until Dark came and took him home, since Quill couldn’t exactly communicate where the cabin was to Mal (who was not told for various reasons) and Dark knew where it was. 

-Spent a few days in an exhausted stupor. 

-Then decided to burn everything in that room (after going through it all). It was very cleansing. Quill has an attachment to fire in some ways, now that I think about it. 

-After that, the Jim Twins were like ‘alright. How do we tell our brother he’s our brother when he thinks we’re dead’ 

-They managed it, however, and Quill has brothers now 

-Mal proposed (after telling Quill an important part of his backstory) with a necklace with one of Mal’s feathers on it. 

And that’s. generally, in order. the story. Here’s some random bullshit info that isn’t important to that but is for me 

-Neither of them like shoes (sensory reasons). Alaric went barefoot everywhere, just cause, but Quill wears fun socks that he steals from Mal. 

-Quill’s coat is one of the most important things to him in this world. Very good sensory thing. 

-Alaric had a German Shepherd dog, which he didn’t... completely take care of, kind of let it be feral. 

-Quill now has the menagerie. This started with just Echo and Brair, the two cats, the first of which is a Turkish Angora, and the latter of which is a grey Sphinx. Not exactly in order, it has expanded to include Fate, a German Shepherd, Nagini, an albino ball python, and Noodle, a brown ferret. There are plans for more, but that’s it for now. 

[superredcorp]

RED DAUGHTER FANFIC - What if she survived?

When Linda woke up alone, she couldn't help but feel upset. She may have only been here a few days but she had gotten used already to waking up next to her twin sister, who had stayed with her every night since her nightmare on the first day.

But now, Kara wasn't there. She tried shoving the feeling of abandonment away - Kara wouldn't do that to her. Kara was a good person.

Instead she listened closely and sure enough heard her heartbeat in the living room. With a wave of relief, she got up and walked out of the bedroom.

"What are you doing?", Linda asked, tilting her head a little while watching her twin tap rapidly on the keyboard of her laptop.

"I'm finally taking the time to write that article to wash your name clean. So you can become a hero too when you're ready and don't have to deal with suspicion and distrust. So people know you're good. At least that's the plan.", Kara explained and looked up from her laptop. When she met Linda's eyes, she frowned. "Hey, what's wrong?"

Linda's eyes widened. "Nothing."

Kara smiled empathetically. "You can't really hide that from me. You get the same crinkle between your eyes when you're worried or upset that I get."

Her twin sighed, letting her shoulders hang. After calming down from the initial fear of not finding Kara next to her, the worry she had felt ever since Alex had hung up the phone after talking to Eliza the day before re-emerged. "I'm... I just..."

"You're scared about what Eliza will think about you?", Kara guessed.

Linda fidgeted with her fingers and nodded.

The original blonde patted the place beside her on the couch for her to join her. Linda's eyes lit up a little and she followed the silent request.

"I know what's going happen. She's going to love you, just like mom already does. That went well and this will too. Eliza is honestly one of the kindest, most caring people I know. And one thing that's sure is that she can't resist this face."

Linda giggled, making Kara smile.

Kara put her arm around Linda, gently pulling her closer and the latter hesitated a little but then dared resting her head on her shoulder, finding comfort in the closeness.

(A few hours later)

"Hey, girls!", Eliza greeted happily, going to hug her two daughters - needing yet to hear about the third, sitting in the bedroom once more.

Alex and Kara endured the motherly affection with smiles.

When Eliza had settled down as much as possible, they decided it was time to speak.

"Okay, Eliza, so there's... two major changes that we have to tell you about.", Kara said, nervously. "The first is... well, I'm dating someone. Uhm... well, it's Lena. Lena Luthor."

"Oh, dear god, finally."

"Wha- Wait, you... you knew?", Kara asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"Oh please, sweetie, it's hard not to know. You're a gay mess whenever it's about that Luthor girl."

"I did not seriously just hear you utter the words "gay mess".", Alex said, perplexed.

Eliza playfully hit her shoulder. "Well, when one daughter's already come out to you and you suspect the other to follow at one point, you look things up."

"I don't think I want to know what you looked up. So I'm not even gonna ask.", Alex replied, looking a little traumatized.

Eliza just laughed. "Does Alura know, sweetheart?", she turned towards Kara who nodded.

"I talked to her yesterday. She was... delighted. A little worried about the Luthor name because of Clark's history with Lex but I convinced her that Lena's nothing like him and then she was just happy for me.", she told her.

"As am I.", Eliza smiled, squeezing Kara's hand. Then she asked both of them: "What's the other thing you wanted to talk about, girls?"

"Uhm, that's a little harder to explain.", Kara began.

"It's probably best if we just show you.", Alex added, jogging over to the bedroom and peeking into it.

When she reappeared, she held Linda's hand and gently tugged at it to bring her forward.

Eliza gasped. "Is- is that-?"

"You know her as Red Daughter, yes.", Kara quickly said. "But we just call her Linda."

The oldest Danvers woman eyed her younger daughter's doppelganger suspiciously. "And what is she doing here? I mean, she attacked me - she basically killed you, Kara."

Kara wanted to respond but Linda's voice prevented her from it.

She had her head lowered, causing her hair to fall into her face. "I'm sorry.", her voice sounded so guilt-ridden and sorrowful that it was heartbreaking.

Alex who was still holding her hand, put her free hand on Linda's shoulder for comfort. Soon joined by Kara who hugged her sideways too.

Eliza watched the scene, feeling her suspicion and caution slowly fade. "I... I think I just need to know what exactly happened."

"When I went up against Lex, he attacked me with a kryptonite blast. Lin saved my life, by pushing me out of the way and taking it herself. And she almost died in the process. Alex helped her use the same method to save herself that I somehow used to save myself. She's a good person. And... we've adopted her into the family. We're caring for her now.", Kara explained.

Alex elaborated: "She's not dangerous, mom, I promise. She just got manipulated by Lex and... she didn't know any better. It's not her fault."

Eliza nodded slowly. "Okay. If you two say so, I believe you."

Linda stepped forward carefully. Eliza resisted the urge to take a step back, especially when the girl came to a halt right in front of her.

She watched her with baby blue puppy eyes, exactly like Kara's, and fidgeting hands.

"Are you my mom now, too?", she asked, with such innocence and childlike nature that Eliza couldn't help but cave in.

All the defenses, the suspicion and fear just vanished like someone flipped a switch inside her. How ever could she resist a face like that?

"Yes, sweetie, yes I am.", Eliza smiled and placed her arms around her, pulling her into a tight, motherly hug.

Alex and Kara looked at each other, with relief and happiness, glad that it had worked out so well, so fast.

[fen--harel]

50 Interesting OC Asks

TW: Kal & Victor are just terrible so things they say might be disturbing

1. What is a rumor people tell about them? 

For Asiel and Alaina it’s definitely how many people they slept with or who they slept with. For Erasmus it’s that he’s a virgin. They’re wrong but they’re also not wrong. I think Stephane would have weird rumors ?? Where people assume scary things about him like he has a sex slave dungeon or something or that he’s so immune to all types of drugs that nothing can get him high anymore and that’s why he’s a fucking savage. But in reality Stephane sits in his room and eats ice cream. 

2. How long would they last in the zombie apocalypse? 

If there was no one watching Alaina - not long. I think she would be able to sneak by but that could only last for so long. Erasmus would be fucking dead in an instant if there was no one. Asiel, Stephane, Eskandar, and Ruben are def the top contenders. Kal too !! VICTOR WOULD WANT TO FUCK THE ZOMBIES AND I AM UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THAT THOUGHT. 

 3. If they’re about to get in a fight, what song plays in their head as their ‘hype song’? 

Alaina: 7/11 - Beyonce (I love to think this is both hers and Asiel’s hype song and when this comes on they dance like a bunch of dumbasses)

Stephane: Don’t Stop - Innerpartysystem

Asiel: Everybody - Don Broco OR War Child - Hollywood Undead

Ruben: Take Me Out - Franz Ferdinand 

Kal: Backmask - Mindless Self Indulgence (GOD THIS SONG IS JUST HIM)

Cesaire: I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor - Arctic Monkeys

4. How important is family to them? 

To Alaina it’s important but it’s more like...the whole idea of family ? Since she doesn’t have her own ? Like she considers the Demonios her family so they are important to her. For Stephane he didn’t give a single FUCK about family until he and Alaina had theirs, but before he despised the whole idea of family and thought it was fake. The same thing for Asiel. For Cesaire I feel like family would be a difficult and uncomfortable topic. He hated his dad and was basically forced to hate his twin brother but he got the better end of it ? I think he would be confused on what like...constitutes a good family. 

5. If they had a theme song, what would it be? 

Letha: Stripper by Sohodolls & Future Nostalgia - Dua Lipa

Ophelia: Portrait of a Female by Cruel Youth & Violence by Grimes 

Kal: House of Wolves by My Chemical Romance

Victor: The Dismemberment Song by Blue Kid (THIS IS MY ABSOLUTE FAV)

6. What’s a movie they can quote from start to finish? 

Asiel can quote dumb humor movies like Idiocracy or something and Letha can also...quote those.

Asiel: Please speak your name!

Letha: Well, i’m not sure that-

Asiel: You have entered the name, NOT SURE. Is NOT SURE correct ?

Letha: No it’s not correct-

Asiel: Thank you! NOT is correct ! Is SURE correct?

Letha: No, it’s not-

Asiel: We already confirmed your first name is NOT 

8. If they were given 1000 acres of land with no strings attached, what would they do with it? 

ALAINA WOULD HAVE A FARM !!! SHE WOULD HAVE A FARM AND SHE WOULD BE SOOOO HAPPY !! And Stephane would join her and he would’t really do anything except cheer his wife on and Alaina accepts that 

13. How did they find out Santa isn’t real?

Erasmus: Well, I was around eight or so. I thought the idea of Santa, this magical person who appeared from our chimneys who ate our cookies and delivered our gifts was absolutely absurd. There is about 7.5 billion people in the world and you expect me to believe this single man could visit all the children in a single night and do all of that? No. Impossible. I confronted my parents and they finally told me it was them.

Alaina, Asiel, Stephane, Eskandar, Kal, Letha, LITERALLY EVERYONE ELSE WHO DIDN’T EVEN HAVE A CHILDHOOD @ ERASMUS: .....

14. What’s a personality trait they wish they had? 

Alaina wishes she was smarter.

Asiel wishes he was able to feel empathy. 

Erasmus (secretly and in denial) wishes he was funny. 

16. If they were arrested with no explanation, what would their friends and family think they had done? 

Alaina: Asiel got arrested ?! I told him he wasn’t allowed in that donut shop anymore !!! :’(

Asiel: Lanes is in jail ??? GOOD FOR HER !! Finally someone punched her ‘jail card’. So what was it for? Public intoxication or indecency?

Erasmus: I told Letha nudes weren’t allowed on twitter !!!!

Ophelia: Kal ?? In jail ?? You’re fucking with me. Kal never gets caught. You’re just trying to trick me into leaving so he’d be able to go “SURPRISE!” and break my other leg.

17. In 40 years, what will they be the most nostalgic about? 

Victor: Do you remember the night we all went to the strip club together? And I saw that beautiful girl, with the smoothest skin. Candi, I believe her name was, with an ‘i’. Her body was almost perfectly preserved without the help of my chemicals for almost a week! A week with that smooth skin underneath my fingertips. I wanted to cut them off after, afraid that if I didn’t nothing was ever going to feel as good underneath my skin like that ever again. She looked just like she was before I killed her. It was the best sex I've ever had, what I would give to relive that week.

Ophelia:  😟

Kal: *Zzzzzzz* 

18. How would they describe their family? 

Kal would describe his family as “boring” which would be the reason why he killed them 

I’d like to imagine that Victor’s famiy died in a v traumatic way ? Where he had to see their corpses or something which was why he turned out the way he is - so fascinated with the dead but i’ll get back to that later 

I’m kind of torn on how Asiel would react to questions about his family, since he resents them so much I don’t think he would outwardly express that because that’s Asiel’s thing, you can’t find out WHY he hates the world but I feel like he’d be too upset to lie about it so he would dodge the question but in a v sneaky way so you wouldn’t see he was bothered by the question 

20. Do they have any pets? If so, what are they? 

ALAINA HAS TWO (2) PETS !! A German Shepherd named Orpheus and a Green Anaconda named No Feet or Nofie for short

23. What’s the most important object they own? 

I’d like to think that somewhere Stephane has a picture of his family (with Ciro’s face cut out) and he even couldn’t bring himself to cut Cesaire out and he occasionally looks over it fondly when he’s feeling a certain type of way \

I feel like Asiel would have something from Natalie, his sister (I should ?? Change her name LOL) that reminds him of her, lately I have been thinking of killing her off LOL to increase Asiel’s angst and bitterness towards the world so an item that would remind him of her would be so so important to him 

24. What event in their life would make a good movie? 

EVERYONE’S LIFE IS A FUCKING MOVIE THEY’RE ALL IN THE MAFIA 

27. What makes a person beautiful to them? 

Alaina thinks everyone is beautiful in their own way and they have certain specific things about them that makes them beautiful 

Stephane would find genuine kindness beautiful, just being kind not for any other reason than you genuine want to help and you genuinely care (tbh just Alaina in generally, if you’re anything like her you’re all set) 

Erasmus is the same way with genuine kindness, but I feel like he’s moreso people being happy ? Because he’s kind of sad and grumpy and seeing people being happy and enjoying their life he finds very attractive (NOT ASIEL ENJOYING HIS LIFE THOUGH) 

Victor thinks people going into rigor mortis is beautiful so...there’s...that 

Asiel would also be attractive to genuineness but not kindness specifically, just people actually being themselves and not afraid of being themselves - but also Asiel finds everyone hot ?? so 

I think Kal is incapable of finding people beautiful or attractive because he’s so fucking egotistical but I think what would peak his interest is people who are interesting - like if you can make him think you’re worth keeping alive he might fuck you or smthing or at least not kill you so that’s a plus 

28. If they turned into their crush/significant other for a day, what would they do? 

ALAINA WOULD BE SO EXCITED TO BE STEPHANE FOR SOME REASON like I feel like she’d take it as an opportunity to understand him better and she would just be excited to view the world from his “tall perspective” 

Stephane would flip the fuck out for the first solid five minutes but then use the opportunity to take more pictures of Alaina in outfits or underwear he’d always want her to wear (with her permission ofc) god and I feel like he would love the opportunity to be mean to people while in her body just to see people’s faces of Alaina cussing them out but then he knew she’d cry so he would refrain from doing that 

36. Do they believe things happen for a reason? 

CESAIRE BELIEVES IN FATE SO FUCKING MUCH like he believes in zodiac signs and things that are written in the stars, if something is meant to happen then it would have happened is definitely his motto but he would definitely work hard to make things happen as well 

42. Do they drink/smoke/do drugs? 

Alaina is an alcoholic in Arc 1 because she believes that since her life is better now she shouldn’t be feeling sad and thinking that she has problems because her life could be so much worse so she drinks to “cope” with her problems and eventually Etienne gets her into drugs as well but after she breaks up with Etienne, Asiel helps her become sober 

Asiel used to drink and do drugs like in an excessive amount but when he ODed and scared Natalie by almost dying he quit that 

Stephane, Kal, Ruben, and Eskandar smoke but it’s all casual 

46. What is something silly they’ve been tricked into believing? 

Alaina would believe anything you tell her from fucking anyone she’s so fucking dumb and I love her so fucking much for it she’s so cute 

50. What topic could they give a 20 minute presentation on with no preparation?

Asiel: Anyways, and that’s why the Ninja Turtles are better than the Avengers, any questions ? 

Erasmus: THIS IS A PROFESSIONAL MEETING !!!!!!

[darling-young-drabbles]

Birthday Boy

Hi don’t let the title fool you, this is actually a really angsty story... Some triggers there is going to be gruesome death in this so watch out before you read. If that stuff does not bother you then go ahead and keep reading! This one is Elliott’s most traumatic event of his life.

“Alright kids! Come on let’s pack up in the car!” Mother called from the front door, father stood right beside her as he helped her coat onto her shoulders.

Jeff and Jayda ran down the stairs, giggling along the way as they raced to see who would be first. Elliott followed suit behind the twins, making sure his suit jacket had no lint or hair on it. He had been wearing his special black suit jacket with matching slacks and a white button-up shirt. Dad wore something similar, but his jacket and slacks were gray with an addition of a purple tie while Jeff only wore the back slacks and a light purple button-up instead of white. Both girls wore dresses, Jayda wore a white dress with a purple fringe and bow around the waist while mom wore her favorite fancy purple dress that she only wore for special occasions.

She gave a kind smile as the kids stood in front of her, “Good job, kids. You two got ready all by yourselves! You make your old mother so proud.” She spoke, leaning down to kiss both children’s cheeks. “And Elliott.” She smiled, happily hugging the boy to her chest, “There’s my special birthday boy. I can’t believe you’re already fourteen, ugh you make me feel so old!” She kissed his forehead softly as she hugged the adolescent close.

“Mom you’re really squeezing me. I wanna make it to fifteen.” He spoke with a light chuckle, hugging her back before pulling away, his chestnut brown eyes looking up to meet hers. Everyone always said he looked just like his mom.

“Anita, dear, if you want to get that picture you wanted and still make the reservations on time, I suggest we do this now.” Dad told her, ruffling the oldest child’s hair with a light hum.

Mom took a quick look at her watch, letting out a small squeak as she started to nudge the kids to stand at the door, “Ah! Maurice why didn’t you tell me? Kids line up! Mommy wants to get a quick picture of all of us before we go!” She spoke, placing the camera on the stairs and setting the timer before she quickly joined the rest of the family. “Everyone say cheese!”

“Cheese!” The whole family cried as they all smiled for the photo. With a click and a flash, the camera took the picture.

Mom was quick to hug the kids as she looked at the picture on the camera, “Oh now let’s see… It looks good kids! My pretty little Jayda and all my handsome boys!” She grinned, putting the camera on the counter. “Oh we’re going to have to frame this one! It’s so cute!”

“Alright kids, mom, we should probably pack into the car… If we go now we’ll be able to make it on time.” Dad spoke, nudging the children out towards the door. Mom followed right after, closing and locking the door behind them.

Everyone had packed into the blue Chrysler Pacifica, nicknamed “Carly” by his father when they had first gotten it. Elliott moving in the middle seat with the younger children on either side of them. Mom sat in the passenger’s seat while dad was in the driver’s seat. The now fourteen year old was excited of course, this was his favorite tradition. Every year on his birthday, the whole family would go to their favorite restaurant where they would always give him a free dessert and the whole staff would sing happy birthday to them. This has been the norm since he was young and it has carried on throughout all fourteen years of his life. It was a bit of a drive, it took about forty minutes to go down and another forty on the way back. Though no one minded at all, it was a fun family outing that everyone enjoyed annually. It was the same each and every year.

But that year was different.

Elliott had his earbuds in, listening to some music quietly as he stared out the right window, looking over Jayda’s head. He admires the colors of autumn, the reds, yellows and oranges was intriguing to him, it was almost calming. While at this point, trees were starting to go bare as winter threatened to come rolling in, it was not quite an ugly, dead-looking brown color yet. Everything was completely peaceful, just a calming car ride with his family. It was all of a second when everything changed. Out the window he saw it, a car that was turning into the road, but they didn’t dare to stop or let alone even slow down in the slightest. His eyes blew wide, opening his mouth to speak but it was already too late. The sound of glass shattering towards them, the side of the car crunching in on them, and the sound of the family’s screams is all that could be heard as they suddenly were thrown off the road, rolling a few feet into the grass before they had stopped flipped onto its left side.

The teen had been thrown from his seat, having hit the left side of the car. He felt horrible pain as he managed to open his eyes. “W-wha…?” He whimpered, looking around his surroundings. Though his confusion was soon replaced with horror. In front of him was mom, her head was hanging off the side, her arm hanging limply downward. He could see the blood dripping off of her forehead and down her arm. Dad had not even been in the car anymore, he had flown through the windshield and laid on the ground a few feet from the car. “ D-dad..? M-Mom?!” He spoke, fear starting to eat at him. His breath started to pick up tears starting to pour as he suddenly screamed out in horror. He attempted to crawl out but soon found himself not able to move. His head turned to his arm and almost immediately he started to scream again. His arm was crushed under the side of the car, completely destroyed under the weight of the vehicle. He screamed as loud as he could, trying his best to call out for help.

“E-Elli..?” Came a small pained voice, “I-Is that… Y-you..?” The youngest boy asked, his body laying against the side of car, he could see a few gashes across his skin from the glass, but it didn’t look too horrible. “I-I… I can’t… I-I hurt… I-I-I can’t move…” he whimpered pathetically.

“J-Jeff?! Y-yeah buddy… It’s… It’s me…” He spoke pained, trying his best to crawl out further to him, but failing miserably, he couldn’t inch his body all that much closer. “J-just… I’m gonna… G-gonna get you…” He managed to reach up and unbuckle his seatbelt. Though he was terrified to see his brother’s body fall limply onto the ground, not moving at all. The only reason he knew he was still alive was the child’s frantic cries. He was quick, pulling his body close to his as he held him close to his chest. “O-oh god.. Jeff?! Jeff just… I-I’m here…” He tried calming him down but to no avail, he sobbed and screamed into his chest, unable to move his body in the slightest. That was when Elliott saw it. The child’s spine was shattered, paralyzing his whole body from the neck down, his whole body limp and dead against his body. But what horrified him the most was the back of his head. His skull had been cracked open, blood spilling heavily from the open wound. The adolescence had to cover his mouth to muffle his sobs.

Jeff was no better in the situation, screaming in fear and pain, wanting to cling onto his brother but not being able to move to do so. “Mommy! Where’s mommy?!” The child screamed, not even able to look around for himself, “D-Daddy?! JJ?! Wh-where are th-they?!” He called out, unaware of what had happened to all of them. Elliott frowned when he mentioned Jayda, realizing he hadn’t looked yet looked at her, he turned his head and almost vomited at the sight. His sister’s body hung above them, the seatbelt having been wrapped around her broken, lifeless neck. She must have tried to unbuckle and escape when the car first was hit, but when it had rolled, the belt was swift to end her instantly.

In his own horror, he had failed to answer Jeff’s cries, having to keep himself from losing his lunch and his mind. Then he noticed, Jeff wasn’t crying anymore, rather instead he was silent. “J-Jeff..? Jeff..?” He spoke, fearful to even look. When he moved him slightly to see his face, he found that he wasn’t breathing with a lifeless look to his eyes. His heart stopped in his chest, “Jeff! Jeff! No! No, no, no!” He cried, trying to shake him awake in any way he could. Though he realized the horrible truth, he was gone, so was Jayda and mom and dad. He lightly put him down as he covered his own face, harsh sobs ripping through his body at the trauma. He attempted to pull his arm out from under the car again, tugging roughly as he tried to pull himself from out underneath the car siding. He tugged roughly feeling scraps of metal moving as he did so, scraping against the rocky ditch underneath the car.

However, what Elliott had failed to notice was the sparks. The continuous tugging on his arm caused the scraps of metal to create sparks to shoot out from the friction. He thought nothing of it, focused on trying to get out and away from his nightmare. He was pulled out of his thoughts when the light had started beside him, hot light. His eyes widened, fire, fire that was bright and hot and too close for comfort. “N-no… No please…” He whimpered, tugging more frantically, as he saw the flames grow closer to him. The adolescent's whole body was filled with terror as he attempted to pull himself out from the wreckage, the fire growing closer as it started to grow onto his body. He screamed out, continuously trying to pull away, fire and pain shooting to his left side.

Another unexpected event however ensued, as he attempted to pull away, more sparks had shot from the attempts and rather than causing more small fires, a large one broke out. The fire that connected with the gased up car caused it, an explosion. Elliott wasn’t sure if it was another tragic event or a moment of luck as he was blasted back from underneath the car, skidding out onto the road. His whole body was filled with pain, his left side had aches and burned from the mix of the burns and the explosion. He felt weak, he felt as if he couldn’t move, nor did he really want to. At least his arm was free, he slowly opened his eyes looking at what was left of his arm in front of him, making tears of horror come to his eyes. From the elbow down, it was gone, blood oozing out of the stump, only making the child shriek again, a mix of hard sobs and screaming coming out of his mouth. This was it, it had to be it, his whole body and mind felt as if it were shutting down. Was he dying? Was this what it was like? The boy simply closed his eyes, crying loudly as he laid limp out in the middle of the street, simply waiting for his body to give out and he could find peace. Apparently though the world didn’t want that for him, he could hear a car approaching and slowing down in front of him as he lost consciousness.

Suddenly, he woke up with a gasp, eyes looking around frantically to see what was going on. He wasn’t in the road anymore, where was he? White walls, a weird smell, a sense of dread in his stomach. Hospital. He wasn’t dead, which was the most shocking thing to him. He couldn’t move well at all, his body felt weak and heavy, he could feel constrained as well, especially his face. He looked down at his body, he had been wearing the normal hospital gown, and he could see that he had bandaged applied to practically his whole left side, he assumed it was due to the burns. His right arm had the IV Bag attached to it while his left… Oh god his left. He didn’t see the grotesque amputation any more, now being heavily wrapped in gauze and bandages, but the image was still clear in his mind. All of the gory imagery had bee still crystal clear in his eyes. Slowly, he raised his right arm, moving to touch his face. He didn’t feel his skin, rather he felt the bandages wrapped around his head, only leaving space for his eyes and his mouth. He couldn’t help himself as all the memories flooded back to him, along with the tears that poured from his eyes. He yelled and screamed, a mix of grief, fear and pain all shooting through his brain. He couldn’t be calmed down, nurses and doctors came in frantically, trying their damndest to relax the traumatized child, all to no avail.

Months had passed at this point and the pain was not any more bearable. He was walked up to the stand, keeping his eyes down as he knew all eyes had been on him. Elliott no longer needed bandages though he wish he still had them to simply hide his face. He knew he looked disgusting at this point, it was horrible to the point he hated looking at mirrors. It scared him as much as it scared the others around him. He had to do the standard actions, putting his hand on a bible and swearing to tell the truth. He felt dead inside, emotionless as he had to speak of his family. His eyes focused on the man as he answered the questions. The lawyers showed him a picture of the car that had hit them, asking if it looked familiar and if he had recognized it at all. He answered yes of course. This ordeal hurt more than his injuries, he didn’t want to think of them, of everything he had seen and experienced, but if he wanted this man to go away, he knew he had to. Elliott wanted the man to suffer the way that he did.

Ugh, he hated lawyers. He knew it was their job to do this, but it put a sick feeling in his mouth when the defendant lawyer tried seeing if his father had been to blame. He had to tell them repeatedly that his father was always a careful driver, always stayed within the speed limit. In Elliott’s experience, his father had only sped once, and that had been when he had broken his arm when he was a child. “The arm that is now gone…” The teen added in a spiteful tone. After an hour more or so, the verdict was decided.

“After the evidence provided, we find the defendant guilty on the charge of manslaughter. We recommend six years jail time.” The jury had spoken as everyone looked to the judge.

The older man nodded, preparing to bang the gavel and finish this case, “Done. Court dismi-“

“What?!” Elliott yelled, standing up from his seat. “Only six years?! That’s all he gets! My entire family is dead!” He cried out, a mix of anger and pain clear in his voice, “M-my brother and sister were only eight! They never got a life!” He spoke, tears coming to his eyes, “They’re all gone! And you ruined me! Look at me!” He screamed at the man responsible.

The man looked guilty, he felt bad for what he had done, but Elliott didn’t care. “I-I’m sorry! I never meant to!”

“Sorry?!” Elliott glared, shakily wiping his tears, “Sorry doesn’t bring them back! Give me my arm back! You deserve the death penalty for what you did!” He shouted, going to run at the man but being stopped by the police officer.

The judge banged his gavel, “Order! Order in the court! Mr.Rivers I am sorry for your loss, but the law is the law. Involuntary manslaughter is different than murder. This is all we can do. Officer, please escort Mr.Rivers out of the courtroom.”

With a nod, the cop started to pull Elliott out of the court room. The teen struggled the whole way, shouting at the man the whole way, “Murderer!” He called out in choked cries. He saw the man start to cry and simply growled, “You’re crying! Yeah cry you monster!” He called before he was pushed out of the courtroom, the doors slamming behind him. Elliott frowned, looking at the doors a moment before he completely let go. He fell to his knees, the sobs starting up again as he screamed into his hand. That was it, he was alone with a gaping hole in his heart, no one to comfort him anymore.